Literature
Reflections
He calls my name, soft but earnest, drawing my attention to his concerned face. "Are you okay?" He doesn't quite frown but he's lost the elated glow of the evening, and I know I have as well, it's my fault.
"Yes." I try to smile, but I can hardly focus my gaze on his face, a face I adore, more so when he smiles, more so when he smiles because of me. Blinking hardly helps, but I fix the curve of my mouth. "Just drifting." And my eyes do, back to the little boy who has captured my attention and thoughts.
"What's on your mind?" he asks me all the time, in every prolonged silence unless he's occupied with something. Usually I answer in brutal,