A Bad Story

Why? He asked her.
She shrugged and said nothing. She didn't know what to say. She simply didn't have any answers.
Look at me, look me in the eyes, he said.

She didn't understand how could looking at him or into his eyes possibly be helpful but she obeyed him and stared blankly at him.

Reading eyes was never her strong point. She could see nothing but a pair of eyes staring back at her. And at this moment, she felt exactly the same. Looking at him she could feel nothing and she could not understand what he was trying to read through her eyes either.
For all she knew, she could find nothing new in her eyes. She had this pair of eyes with yellowish sclera, that made her look like as if she has been suffering from some disease.

For her, her eyes were simply unreadable. Or, so she thought.

She was tired of this game. Her head was throbbing violently, almost making her pukish. She wanted to be left alone but that was not going to happen anytime soon. She needed to think fast, but she was scared. She wanted it to end but she knew she needed to come up with some answers first. Although she knew she didn't have any, she was trying hard to focus and come up with some answers because the man infront of her needed answers and she knew there was no other way to get out of this situation other than by providing him with his answers.

Why? He kept asking repeatedly. Answer me, he would then plead.
There was a deep pain in his voice but he didn't sound feeble at all. There was a slight hint of anger in his voice but he was trying to sound calm, maybe he didn't want to scare her.

"I, I...."

She didn't know what to say. He moved closer. But she couldn't complete her sentence. His strong body odor made her feel dizzy.

Its just one simple question, why don't you answer me? He roared.
She could now hear the tension in his voice. He punched the cold wall behind her. She shut her eyes tightly and tried not to make any sound.

She wanted to yell at him and tell him she had no answers but she knew that it was not going to help her. Because eventhough it was the only truth, he would still not believe her.

The room grew silent. The uneven sound of their breathing grew louder. She could see him shifting restlessly from one chair to another. He paused and looked at her and opened his mouth to say something but stopped midway.

She knew, she needed to say something. Give him the answers or at least say something comforting. But she didn't know what to say.

Gaby, are you listening to me? His deep voice pierced through her ears pulling her out of her train of thoughts.

Whats wrong? He asked.

She wanted to yell at him, ask him to leave her alone and she didn't have any answers. But she could barely utter a word. She choked on her words and helplessly gasped for more air.

He gave her a sad smile. Helped her drink some water.

You broke my heart, he complained.

But all Gaby could think of was a line from Bones. "Heart is a muscle so it can't
break." And she chuckled.