It has been bugging her since the beginning of their conversation.

She had always wanted to ask him just one question 'who?'.

with that answered, 'why?' was the burning question she wanted an answer for.

to her dismay, the key word was 'similar'.

she's just not special- not special enough.

she's a girl afterall.

she watched him as he packed. with each movement he made, she blinked as fast as she could to keep her tears in.

"not now, " she told herself.

not now, not now, not now.

how could she? tired, frustrated, stressed: that was all his eyes told her. how could she be so unreasonable to add on to his sea of work.

and so she blinked back the tears, stared at the cross and whispered a prayer to God.

but the tears flowed anyway.
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the writer's mode is back on. :)