DESMOND
“Would you like to talk about it?"
I didn't know why but I was prompted to ask. She looked so depressed and this was the first time I saw her like this. Perhaps because I've been in a similar situation before, I felt so concerned about her. But in those eyes, there was a sense of hesitation.
"I understand it's your personal matter so it's fine if you don't wanna talk." I mumbled and she wore a tiny brief smile. We began walking home but this time our pace was slow and we chose to let silence exist between us. I occasionally stole glances at her but her countenance hadn't improved. She still remained stiff.
I exhaled while I tucked my hands into my pockets. "I guess visiting the river was a bad idea after all." I said, looking upfront.
"Why?" She asked with her gaze directe
