Drabble

"It's not so easy now that you know the truth, huh?" she whispered into his ear as she grazed past him. He turned his head to her slightly, an acknowledgement that he heard her - but not a tacit agreement to what she had implied.

Too many things were being implied but no one was going to verbally express what almost everyone in the room wanted to really say. Oddly enough, what they wanted to say was the complete opposite of what he wanted to hear. Or know,

But she was here. Somehow, she was here. And he didn't know why she was here. Or why it felt like she should never leave.