16 November 2009

Worry

Below is a piece I wrote a couple of months ago, make what you will of it, I feel it's time it got published. Thanks.


Worry

Once again she worries. She feels as if he’s brushing her away, becoming bored, weary. Annoyed by the rolling complaints about life that she seems to make now she’s with him. Anxious that he’ll leave her. Like this. This is certainly not the case.

He’s actually just really busy working on a presentation due for the next day. He hasn’t even had tea yet. He should’ve done some work on it earlier on in the week. When she was busy, when she was doing her work. But he still thinks of her, worried that she’s upset, that he hasn’t made the time to see her. It certainly looks that way. It looks like he doesn’t care. Care for her needs or even why she’s with him. In his mind he asks the question ‘If he wanted to be with her that much then why does he think that he’s making it seem like he has no care for her?’

She later questions why she is taking this seriously? It’s only been 3 and a half weeks. She can’t help but feel she’s around him too much. Pressing on him, making him feel enclosed, trapped. She lies on her bed mixed in her thoughts as he continues to type and rehearse away. The thoughts slowly begin to take over the words flowing into her mind from the book she’s reading. She’s tired. He worries still, feeling bad. She tells him not to. This is important.

It’s not healthy for either of them.

So why do they do it? It’s an instinct I guess.

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