ᴛʜᴇᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ; [autoplay]

Today though, she figured she would take a break. She had met up with a familiar face and the two decided to catch up with one another. They had decided to get something that the always loved to share together, ice cream. The two used to go out and get the cold treat and enjoy the company of one another.

When he turned and presented her with a cone, of what happens to be her favorite flavor just as he had hoped. “You remember,” she sang cheerfully, in her off tone voice, signing the words as well. “You were always good at that.” Alex laughed lightly and took the cone from her long lost friend. She glanced around for a moment before gesturing for them to take a seat at an open table in the store.

         he retrieves satisfaction in the rubble of his kind actions.          while the kind gets subdued by the rude, to know he made          his friend happy compensates for it all. there’s a smile          visible on his lips, happy, content. ‘of course,’ his voice          drags a sense of feigned pride, not meant to be taken up          on a level of seriousness. he follows her gesture to sit          down on the cool, hard seat of the unoccupied table.

        gazes meet, his tongue drags along the soft texture of the         frozen food. he could answer that question in a variety of         ways, ‘everything’s ---- i’ve been good,’ always indecisive         the first time he runs his mouth, only to jump the boat and         let himself be carried off by another statement instead.         all fine as long as the message is sent. ‘i’ve got a job now         that doesn’t involve pushing around carts or scanning         books---’ ah yes. the first moment of taking up the job in         the library was appealing. sadly, it lost its charm like an         overused ring getting dull enough to dim its particular         shine. replacing it was long overdue.

          intimacy holds scarce appeal for him           ( whether it’s because GENUINE LACK OF INTEREST             or FAILURE TO FIND SOMEONE TO GIVE HIS HEART             TO, he cannot say )           which may answer why he’s so ALOOF of her presence; there's           no understanding of what follows starting a conversation,           speaking, then becoming close. one thing is certain: he fails to           realize the effort ( or lack of ) the female conveys with her           appearance. he doesn’t mean to be rude, sometimes his own           courtesies how to act on social cue get submerged by other           significant matters drifting around in his mind. still, he understands           somewhat and apologizes. 

            'oh ----------------                            i’m sorry,’

          his voice doesn’t carry the proper recognition of his mistakes, and           almost comes off listless, but the missing enthusiasm piques in his           following query:

        another passage for a new train of thought? would it         coincide with the tracks his own follows, or diverge,         he questions as his eyes, unreadable, yet sharp to         observe, settle on the female whose own housed another         world on their own. peculiar, his brows even stitch together         in response, but he presses on with curiosity leading         him forth.