บท 890: Good Morning And Good Bye

Ria didn't seem to know what to do with herself anymore. 

I felt like I shouldn't even be looking at her. Staring just felt like intruding. The best thing for me to do, as far as my gut was telling me, was to look away and find a random corner to get strangely fascinated about.

An argument and a half ago, I was dying on the inside just badly wanting to say something, anything - shocking how fast that urge diminished in just a span of a couple of minutes. 

But I wasn't the only one who had their intentions radically shifted. 

Locks of red at a dim, dull glare, still flickering the walls on either side of her with her fading color, Ria was at a standstill. So dead set on walking away moments before. 

Not anymore. 

For someone who has been so adamant throughout about not having her mind changed, she does seem to be doing a lot of contemplating at the moment.