He tries not to smile, noticing that she's intimidated by him.
He wasn't sure what was so striking about it, just maybe the thought of it.
She smiles timidly at him when she sits on the couch over his own.
She expresses her manners through a timid tongue.
Red is the color of her cheeks when he tries to speak to her, make her unafraid.
Red is the color of his blood when he unintentionally tears his bottom lip open.
In his car, she sits in the back, quietly humming along to the repetitive melodies.
In his seat, he thinks of how things will be when she's a little older for him.
They laugh and joke a little, but never a true conversation.
They silently say the things that aren't ready to be said.
Intimidation may be one's key to their locked-up heart.♥
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