Disorientated Cynthia stood for a few seconds. She felt as if somebody poured her with cold water. She looked at the hand which a few seconds ago was on his shoulder. She didn't know what had happened. Did it is she cause of his run? She slowly retreated from under the window, she threw money to the table.
She sat down on the chair and she leaned the head against the edge of the table.
Is it a my fault? Is it a my fault? She breathed with an effort. She felt the confusion, shame, sadness, fury.
She should not put her hand. She should not become involved emotionally.
She raised her head up and she looked with empty eyesight toward the door behind which Zach disappeared.
What should she do? To run behind him? She knew that something had happened. But she wasn't certain what. Whether it is she caused, the fact that he escaped?
She wanted to run behind him. No,she HAD to run behind him.
Some particle of the brain suggested her. Old Cynthia stood in such a situation in order to in the place and did nothing.
However now she didn't want to stand doing nothing. In his company she felt needed, not sensitive oneself as the freak. She didn't feel lonely.
She felt something of what never felt earlier. Warm shivers, without constraint was able to laugh and to joke.
She slowly got up from the chair and she moved in the direction of the door.
She saw him standing by the fountain. Slowly and cautiously she came up to him. There was a darkness enough, but she managed to see him watery eyes.
She sighed.
- After all something happened. - whispered. Still she was disorientated but she didn't let recognize it by herself. -
You can tell me. You are not having to be shy... She still went up closer to him and she looked in the eyes with care. She was so close that she can smelt his eau-de-cologne. She touched his cheek with the shivering hand. -
Please, say what happened. She whispered looking into his blue eyes.
From one side she felt the internal calmness. However from the other side she felt for her blood quickly circulating in veins, and for her cheeks are literally burning.
She was firmly too close of him. The millimetres separated her from his face. Still she held her hand on his cheek.
- Everything will be well... - She whispered and for her voice cracked. She felt light vertigo.
Run! It flashed by for her through. She felt like escaping and what's more as soon as possible. However some unseen force kept it in the place. She was based there, with the hand on his cheek, looking for him into eyes and saying comforting words.
- I promise, everything will be all right. This time she said it to oneself than to him more.
She sighed quietly.
Very much shyly and clumsily she moved her lips close to his lips. She closed her eyes.
Cynthia kissed him gently, shyly.
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