She looked upon him with a gentle face, but he couldn't face her as if there was a barrier between them.
William had a nervousness that he did hide from her, and he didn't even know what made him say something to her.
"Oh, I thought you were someone I was looking for," he converged his words speedily. "And sorry if I disturbed you.".
"No, it's okay," said Isbelle in a warm voice.
"Okay then," William said, and he went away in a swift manner.
He was having a mixed feeling, which he wouldn't be able to explain to someone if someone asked about it. The relief he felt after having the conversation was something he could tell of.
"Why did I do that? I am sometimes just mad," he exclaimed to himself on his own.
William's brain was having something that he had never felt before, and even after that, his heartbeat didn't slow down, trying to find the possibilities of everything. The inner conflicts about the situation were making him mad.
"Oh, I lied to her; why did I even talk to her? I shouldn't have talked to her. I don't even know her; what would she think about me? But she was very gentle to me."
As he was walking towards his classroom, his head inclined towards the floor and the mind sinking deep into the ocean of thoughts. He hastily shook down his head on the desk when he reached his class. After a while, when he was thinking, he heard a voice that looked as if he had heard before, making his mind full of things that he could never tell anybody of.