So much for not feeling. So much for being an adult. So much for being cold.
Then he walked in, suit and all- acting like he cared. Like all others.
But maybe unlike them, he was here to stay.
The little city was doused in rain, as it poured mercilessly on a week day. Splashing footsteps had started sounding normal. Quiet murmurs were heard, but any louder sound would only be the rain pounding on various surfaces as well as the police and ambulances moving around, their alarm tearing through the thin quiet.
The rain pattered on the glass panes, the only sound to be heard. Charlie stared at her intensely, unsure how long she was going to stay still. He knew how unlike her, it was, to be so still as she laid on the bed, breathing barely. He had checked on her. She was alive. But not exactly in the right state of mind. To Charlie, the girl gave off all the wrong sort of vibes. She wouldn't even respond to his touch. So he stood close, ready to spring in action if needed.
It had been at least a couple of hours since she had arrived home and just laid down, her legs dangling down the side. For about an hour or so, she had stared blankly at the ceiling. Then slowly, the twenty eight year old had turned her neck to face the window. She had startled Charlie with the motion and he let out a slight whimper of relief, glad to see her alive. But barely, one could say.
The french window was adorned with tiny droplets and a thin cover of fog; the temperatures were low outside. Being so high in the sky didn't help it. Charlie had tried to clear the fog away, but soon had realised his actions to be futile. Also, his actions were making a noise, and he didn't want to disturb the still black girl.
She suddenly got up and Charlie nearly jumped. He would hate to create a noise, especially when she was in such a state. But she paid him no attention, grabbed her keys and walked out, leaving him all alone.