Okay..

We sat there staring off into the distance, a blank wall, both consumed in our own thoughts, hardly noticing we were in each other’s presence. She turned to me suddenly as if a ghost tapped her shoulder to awake her from her heavy thoughts. She stared at me for a while thinking I didn’t notice, but I did. I tried to remain pensive but I could feel her dark eyes on me, so I turned to face her. We simply stared into each other’s eyes, I began to see something that I had never noticed before. Her eye’s told a story. I didn’t know what the story was at the time, but I knew this story did not have a happy ending, much like mine. Her eyes were doleful and melancholy, they seemed to swim in sadness. “It’s going to be okay, you know?”, she said to me. I knew she was wrong, but she believed it. She believed that everything was going to be okay. She reached out to grab my hand, I thought about pulling it away, but I didn’t. She just held my hand as we sat there in silence. “It’s all going to be okay.”