He spied me sitting cross-legged on the floor. I spied the
remorse in his eyes as he rounded the corner.
New story idea:
He pulls up to the school, and she stops talking. The rides to
school are never silent, but once they are at school, silence
fills the car like a waterfall fills a lake. She doesn't
really get it, but it's just routine. She doesn't want
the rides to end. She just wants to be with him. It doesn't
matter if they talk. It doesn't matter if they don't
talk. She feels stronger around him. When this arrangement
started, she told him that she would be inconspicuous about
riding with him because she thought that is what he would want.
He agreed. Because he thought that is what she wanted. Neither
really cares. They only care about what the other one wants.
They don't get out of the car at the same time. They
don't walk side-by-side up to the school. She gets out and
goes on; he watches her walk away-inconspicuously, of course. He
wants to be by her side, but she just is broken beyond repair. He
will talk about trivial things to her just to keep her
entertained. He loves to see a smile on her face, no matter what
it takes to put it there.