The eyes of the girl took rest on the form of Zac stood by the window, hat form which was just atop hers minutes ago.
Why did he stop?
Why did he choose to stop now? And why did he leave her in such longing and absorption.
"What's wrong?" She uttered at once, but no response came from him.
He only remained peering out that window, like that was of much interest to him.
"What's wrong, Zac?" She called again.
"I don't feel like it" Followed his response, earning a light scoff from the girl.
"That's funny, cause you never not feel like it. So what rubbish are you spewing?"
Still, no word from him.
So much for thinking he didn't turn away from her all this while.
She had taken to her feet at once, throwing her clothing on, heart already burned with anger.
If there was something he wasn't portraying, he had better do so, cause it only left her exhausted and exasperated. More so disgusted.
She threw her skirt on, turning around to look at him, yet, there his form stood, back turned to her, with whatever laid out there that seemed much of an interest that he bothered not turning to her.
"Zachary" She called, perhaps wanting to earn that gaze, but his voice only followed, back still to her.
"I'm fine, Valerie. Believe me"
"For the love of God, Zac. You're turning away yet again. And trust me, it pisses me off!" She spat, her voice breaking into the room.
She had pulled her figure away, turning to leave, but the sight of something propped on the drawer next to his bedside had managed to get her attention.
It was laid next to the empty glass on the drawer, a name written boldly on its pink cover.
At once she snatched it off, having a look at the figure of Zac, who still chose not to spare her a glance. With that, she had proceeded out the room, walking away.