Dec 22 2008
Night Stalker Susan-Emotions
Andrew awoke the next night to find Susan starring through the grime of a dusty window. He watched as a myriad of emotions played across her face. It was pitch dark outside, so he knew she was looking inward, at the past.
He must have made an inadvertent movement, because she suddenly turned from the window. The gaze she leveled on him held unspeakable pain.
Andrew rose and walked to her side. Taking her in his arms, he held her while she wept. When the sobbing subsided, he released her and wiped the tears.
“You amaze me,” he whispered.
“You wonder how one person can cry so much?” Susan asked with a sigh.
Andrew smiled, and offered, “That too, but it wasn’t what I meant.” He cupped her face before he continued, “You act like a roaring bitch most of the time, but every now and then you let your soft side out.”
Susan just looked at him. She couldn’t figure out if it was a compliment or not, so remained silent. Andrew could see that she wasn’t prepared to talk about whatever was bothering her, so decided to lighten the mood.
“It’s sexy when you’re all vulnerable,” he added with a smirk, then ducked the blow aimed for his head.
