For someone who had been so full of joy just moments ago, she seemed lifeless. Thinking leads people to take many stances, I have noticed and there is on the odd occasion the day dreamer who has that little frown just encroaching upon their forhead. It shadows there eyes, makes them unapproachable and contrasts the little quirk of a smile which generally forms upon their lips.

She'd crossed her arms, curled into herself, dropped her chin; she was stood but she almost seemed to shrink into the wall itself. It was not that she was alone, she was surrounded by people, all milling around her sharing a joke, laughing but never quite breaching her stony exterior, she smiled and nodded in the correct places, moved her head a little to their direction. If asked "Are you ok?" she'd answer almost robotically, "I'm fine." It's like her programming takes over when she thinks.

I've seen her worrying her lips. The pink in them pools around the spot where her teeth meet the tenderness of her skin and she bites there, roughly, till it's just the right amount of pressure and then releases them.

It's not that she's introverted, far from it, she just seems to push everyone away in her thinking moments. She's like a lonely house surrounded by fields, it's sheltered within but no one knows the torrent of weather which pounds her man built walls.

Her eyes are the most revealing. The most enticing, there may be a fake smile on her face but her eyes reflect what she's thinking. A mirror to her darkest secrets, her hidden dreams, her very feelings themselves jump at you from those eyes.

So that those little spheres shrouded by lash laden lids, were the only real life, emitting heat from her body. The rest just a cold mass, was of no comparison to those blazing rings, they were the epitome of her, her anger roused they pierced you, her beleif made them solemn, her love made them shine.

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