 Get on AIM! :P Hehe Irish eyes || Nanny McPhee
In all honesty, Caitlin half expected Irial to walk out of the Room of Requirement when he left his spot on the couch to walk to the opposite side of the room. In the corner no less; he wouldn't even look out the windows.
That wasn't a good sign.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, Caitlin stood up and slowly walked toward him, still reminding herself taking to keep a fair distance just in case.
"We ... we were spent a lot of time at my house in Galway. Just the two of us. All our other friends were too preocupied with their lives; Mel and Nico ... Melinda ... and Travis and I seemed to ... better understand each other." Irial would know what that meant, so no need to go further on the matter.
It was getting harder to breathe with every passing second as Caitlin exhaled another deep breath very slowly. "We became ... close ... Travis and I," she began in the quietest voice one could speak. "He told me that he ... cares for me. More than a friend would."
She took another couple steps forward. "I started to ... to feel the same way ..."
Cue their worst fight ever. |