there was something about the tone of his voice.
she couldn’t quite place it, yet her heart constricted.
she had been here before.
his fingertips grazed the inside of her elbow.
will you at least tell me what you are thinking he half whispered.
could she tell him that she wasn’t fully sure what she was thinking.
so clouded with emotion.
so numb from the pain.
so disconnected from anything that reminded her of him.
she had to – otherwise she would crumble.
self-preservation at its finest.
bay…please. his fingers trailing towards her wrist.
his tone soothed her; his tone irritated her.
her body betrayed her, leaning into his touch.
her eyes lifted to meet his.
instead of isaac she was greeted with a man she never knew.
a shell of an honest man.
an echo of a faithful soul.
isaac was gone.
who are you? she demanded.
his eyelashes shuttered.
really isaac, who are you?
she intertwined her fingers to keep from reaching towards him.
his calloused fingers ran through his hair.
she heard the unshaven stubble connect with his hand as it over his
without you…i honestly don’t know.
you came here to talk to me…i’m guessing to explain, go ahead.
the couch shifted under his weight.
his head in his hands.
he stumbled out, where do you want me to start?
i wish i could give you more.
hopefully with all of the rain falling this weekend i will be moved to write.
bailey is weighing heavy on my heart.