I sat frozen on the bed as my
eyes adjusted to the dim light in the room. I breathed in hard, staring
thoughtlessly at the television on the wall, pretending to enjoy the movie that
was already played halfway on the tube.
Mea looked at me once, as if to
ensure I was at ease before went straight to the couch to join my friend. They
haven’t seen each other for quite sometimes and intruding their updating session
was the last thing I wanted to do. Let them have some privacy, I said to myself.
Somehow I couldn’t give a good reason to
myself not to feel neglected. For some reason I couldn’t comprehend, I felt
ignored. My heart yearned for attention.
At that exact moment, I caught
Mea’s eyes glaring at me. She immediately stood up and looked out the window,
hiding her small eyes between the silences
of the outside that was sometimes disturbed by a passing car. She was nervous,
she was anxious and she was so hopeless at hiding them.
But little
did Mea knew that while she was struggling to maintain her composure, that small framed girl sitting on the bed was also nervous and anxious.She was just doing a better job at hiding them.
