Her Eyes

The girl sits on  a bare mattress in the corner. The blanket she pulled around her, as if maybe somehow it could protect her and warm her the way he should have. If you glanced around the room you would be greeted by a sight of disarray, packing boxes strewn haphazardly across the floor. Most have been partially filled and then summarily abandoned.

But back to the girl.

Her head is leaning tiredly against the wall. Have you ever seen someone cry completely silently? I tell you, it's surreal, even to her. There's a sense that all of the sound has been siphoned out of this room and stored for later. This is not the time for sound, it would be an intruder here. This is the silent time, the eye. This silence is very important you know, it's holding her together. Without it, she thinks she might evaporate.

Did you know that the girl isn't alone here? I bet you didn't.
We'll talk about that later though.
Would you like to look at her? She won't mind, I promise. She doesn't even know we're here.
Neither does he.

Go ahead, look at her face. Start at the tip of her nose if you like. It might qualify as a cute nose, if it wasn't all red and splotchy that is...like most of her face is right now actually. Poor thing, she's never been pretty when she cries. Perhaps now is not the best time to see her.

Do me a favor though, take a look at her eyes. Is there anything there? No? Creepy isn't it? Oh, don't look so worried! She'll be alright. I mean, she'll have to be, won't she?

Remember though, she's not alone. Over there, across the room is a man. He's the one that took what was in her eyes, and then lost it. Careless if you ask me.

This room is a sad one now. It was a happy room, once, but she's stripping it. Bare walls and naked shelves. All the warmth packed safely into boxes till she can open them again. It's very tiring you know, packing warmth into a box. It tears it all out of you till all you are is cold and you can't stand anymore because you're numb. That's why she's stopped. For now. She'll get back up again once she feels the warmth trying to escape back into the room. She'll have to. It's not allowed here anymore.
Not wanted. 

You want to know if the man will be left here in the cold room? Well, yes. That's what he wanted wasn't it? Why else would he drive the warmth away? Take what was in her eyes  and lose it?

Careless.