The Leanover.

And then he had this look on his face that was absolutely heartbreaking, and I didn't know how it was so easy to hurt someone I hardly knew. He had this look on his face, and I felt very small, and wrong. It was hot outside, and I wore a long sleeve dress, with a green cardigan layered on top. The air conditioner was on, I think, which is the only way I can explain the cold shiver that ran down my spine. I don't like to think that I react so easily to a simple look from someone who is, more or less a stranger.

The day is not over yet. There are 12 minutes until midnight and I suppose there are other ways in which I could, even more so, feel disappointed in myself. For right now, though, I'd like to think that I weathered not a storm, but perhaps a strong gust of wind that took me off guard...periodically, throughout the entire day.

When I woke up, my head throbbed, which was strange because I did nothing the night before except for ignoring proper sleep. Yes, that was probably it. And yes, that was probably how I fell into this sort of heavy eyelid, tight sinuses, droopy level of self-esteem. It catapulted itself during the morning, without work, without my internship, and into the afternoon, without the one good bite I wanted to eat, when my dress was impossibly wrinkled, and in the store where he had this look on his face that was absolutely heartbreaking.