stirring the hot chocolate she held cautiously in her palm, she looked outside the window n her eyes spontaneously trailed down the street. but her mind wandered off before she was able to identify anyone she knew. her hand never stopped stirring, another caressing the cup for heat. the dream she had last night warned her much, as if it foresaw what is to come. she fidgeted at the recollection. she had made up her mind that she wouldn't worry her life away. it was what she clung to when everything else slipped right between her grasping fingers n the crushing weight of life sat firmly on her chest. he wouldn’t understand, too stubborn, too cocky to admit, which wouldn't change a thing between them.