He stepped onto the bus, his hand swiping the card against the reader while his eyes scanned the passengers, looking for an empty seat. He blinked once as he regained his composure. It was her. The person that had occupied his mind for the past five minutes. He walked slowly towards her, his mind suddenly blank. "What should he say?" he wondered. He hoped he didn't stammer.
She wasn't pleased to see him. In fact, he felt just like an invading army charging behind enemy lines in the dark, unsure of his bearings and his purpose. He had noticed a glint of what appeared to be apprehension in her eyes when he trod slowly towards her. She didn't look him in the eye at all when she replied his questions. His mind was confused. He read her eyes, seeing a troubled mental state. He wanted to ask her about it but how sure was he of his readings?
He was confused. period. He was concerned about her but he didn't know how to show it. After all, he knew he was the one responsible for making her confused. And he didn't like it a bit. He never liked doing anything bad to his loved ones like making them sad or angry. or confused. He felt guilty and he was guilty!
He hoped she was alright. Feelings aside, she was his sister. He hoped she would allow him to be there for her when the need arose. Frankly, he wished to be the best brother she ever had.
He went back to build his castles in the air.
