"I am going to go for a walk," Is what Marie told her parents. She was going to do what she had said she was, only she wasn't going to walk alone. The tall brunette made her way down the street. Her stomach was full, even though she hadn't eaten that night. Something inside fluttered like the light wings of a butterfly. The park appeared as she turned to go down a different street. When she got there she took a seat on one of the park benches. Marie waited.
"Hey, Marie." a familiar voice greeted. The owner of that voice sat beside her.
"Oh, hey, Robert." It was very tense and awkward for a while, but the two friends started talking. They hadn't been friends for all that long, but Marie knew him well enough to know that she didn't just want him to be, "My buddy Robert" anymore. She never once broke eye contact with him. She stared into is dark, deep brown eyes and they lit up as he said, "What is it Marie? Why are you smiling so much?" He was also smiling.
"I suppose it's just too hard not to smile. I'm happy," She said unwillingly and it surprised her when the words escaped her lips. His smile softened, but stayed sweet as he broke eye contact and looked forward. There was a long silence, but surprisingly enough the warm smiles that they were both wearing made this silence comfortable. Marie decided to speak. Robert decided to speak.
"I...," They both said in synchronization. They both stopped and waited for the other to finish what they were saying. I love you, she thought.
"Uh..." Robert began. I love you, he thought, "I uh... was just going to say that...I should go."
"Oh, me too," She said looking down at the ground. She was sure that she had been kicked in the chest because she had issues breathing.
Robert was beating himself up inside wondering why he hadn't just said it.
When Marie got home she when straight to her room. A shower of tears escaped her blue eyes. She tried to muffle her sobs so that her parents wouldn't hear. She didn't know what was wrong with her. She didn't want to know. All that Marie wanted was Robert.
When Robert got home he sat on the old sofa in his room. His eyebrows pushed together forming and angry look on his face. It was self inflicted anger. He wanted to tell Marie what he was really going to say, but he was sure that she felt otherwise. All that Robert needed was Marie.
