Elias
I just sit there and watch Lyn. The way she sits there, completely engrossed in her book, still on my bed, with Herbert at the foot of it. Sometimes she smiles as she reaches a beautiful part of the book, sometimes she frowns as if she disagrees and sometimes, she stifles single tears. All these feelings are so close, and yet not really tangible for me. It's almost as if she doesn't open up her feelings to everyone. At night when she sleeps, I read the books she read during the day, just so I can understand what she feels and what touches her soul.
Her smile is enchanting. It touches me deeply when I discover it, secretly I then wish she would smile at me like that sometime. Every time she becomes aware of my presence again, her smile fades and her mood sinks. She is neither hatefu
