Ascending upstair, She nervously Walks to his room, standing In front of his door with fasten Heartbeats, She peers at Him from The Door, which is ajar. He is There on the bed, in a Gray cotton Shirt, and Black denim with a Laptop kept in front of him, his sharp Eyes are focused on the screen of the laptop, his sleeves are folded, upto his elbow. He appears to be busy in something, and looking at him, All She wants to do is to Run into his safe embrace, Forgetting Everything, and Somewhere Deep Inside her, The voice in her, tells her, That he would Comfort her, Taking off all her worries, Like he has Done before.
Raising her hand to her cheeks, She discreetly wipes the lonely tear sliding off her cheeks. Pushing the door open she steps inside the room, slowly walking towards him, To the b
