He sat there and refused to look at her. He never looked at her. It was like he did not know she was there, but she was sure that he did. He was only a few feet away, but he would not look at her. She would touch him if she could, but she could not. They had been best friends. Their bond should have stood against the test of time.

But, now, he would not look at her. A few days ago, he had revealed his feelings for her. He had wanted to be more than friends, more than best friends. She never had a chance to answer.

The girl stood, her bare feet met the cold floor. She never took her eyes off him. She willed him to look at her, but he never did. Anguish and misery welled up within her. Her slim frame shook from the torrent of emotions. The cruel unfairness of everything suppressed her “right” mind.

Tears flooded down her cheeks, and she clenched her teeth. She wanted to tell him her answer; she wanted him to look at her. Why would not he look at her? The thin strand of control snapped, and she lashed out. Her fists pounded against the glass that separating the two of them. She wailed, and she screamed.

“Look at me, David!” She screeched. Her vision was clouded by tears, and her voice cracked. “Turn around and look at me!”

She yelled at him, commanded him to listen to her. However, David did not answer; he ignored her cries and her screams. He ignored her desperation. How dare he, how dare he ignore her!

“David,” she shrieked, “David you bastard, stop ignoring me!”

People ran down the halls towards her. They did not even notice David. But, he was all that she saw. The others were faceless to her; he was everything.

The door opened and people flooded into her room, her cage. “David!” She screamed his name over and over again. He still ignored her; he still did not turn to look at her.

Hands grabbed her, their voices sounded muffled to her ears. She struggled and fought against them. She fought and screamed, and she screamed and cried. Her pleas went unanswered; he would not look at her.

A sharp pain shot through her arm, the pricking of a needle. Her body felt heavy and her mind swam. “My answer,” she cried as the world hazed over. “Don’t you want to know it, David?”

Her body slumped and her eyes drifted shut. She called out to him one last time in a soft voice. “My answer is yes.”

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