She looks at me like the fire in her eyes has been dowsed with ice water, if anything it makes the blue more pale. I'm not used to it, it unnerves me. I want her to give freely like she always does but she won't. It's like she just crawled right back inside some invisible shell and no matter how hard I try she's unreachable. She moves her eyes more slowly, like they're heavy, an effort to move. I want to crack my usual jokes but I know she won't laugh. I'm standing right next to her but she might as well be on the moon.
I hate to see her like this and the way she blames me for all of what she is going through, it breaks me. It breaks me to a point I cannot help but cry silently.
I overheard their conversation and now that I did, I didn't like what I heard.
"Nothing is on my mind Ryan.
