Fragile balance

—Ahn...
—Huh?
The boy stood there, silently watching the shy girl. Hadn't she started that awkward, perhaps he would never have noticed how shiny her eyes were. Even though he only saw it for a brief second, since she started to avoid his stare, nervously.
He wondered a bit before asking...
—Uhm, anything wrong?
No answer.
Not that she ignored him, well, she kinda did it, but she seemed too nervous to actually get the words out. She started blushing then.
—Uhm... hi?
Still no answer. He actually felt embarrassed for her, he knew how it felt to be shy. It didn't take away the whole awkwardness of the moment, though.
Her long hair covered her face as she stared the ground, her hand shaking.
—Listen, I know how it sucks to be shy and all, why don't you t...
—I-I CAN HELP YOU SLEEP!
It felt as if the whole awkwardness of the scene got multiplied by millions, and exploded, leaving a complete silence. They didn't even hear the cars on the street. Time seemed to stop.
After a few moments that looked like ages, he got the guts to break the silence.
—Erm... what...?
She looked so nervous he swore she could cry anytime.
—I-I have... read... your notebook... I know I shouldn't but... but... I don't know.


Hm... didn't turn out as good as it looked like in my head. Well, anyway, it's almost time to sleep and there's a lot of things to be done tomorrow. Gotta keep the good vibe of this day. It feels good to see that you're actually accomplishing things.
Oh, and the blog for the comic strips is now this one. Guess this time we can stick to our plan and post every Wednesday.


Have you ever felt like you were bipolar or just downright insane? Is it the price of being different? Why do horror movies make me feel good?