"Cyrene.."

You looked at her from across the room. You had just gotten into a huge fight over a misunderstanding.

"..Please don't shut me out."

You said, desperate for her to say something.

You two had been friends since from the beginning---at least grade school, and it was a surprise your first fight would be this monumental. She was mad. Mad because she was confused. Hurt by something that was never your intention.

"..Look at me, Cyrene. Look at me."

That was your last attempt to make her finally see. Not through an explanation, not through a lie---but through how you looked at her. She finally gave in, her empathetic tendencies shining through as she finally---looked at you.

Her own eyes had widened ever so slightly... you looked broken. Afraid that she would leave you to rot.

She had never expected it would take a first [albeit detrimental] fight to finally see you truly did care about her with every single fiber of your heart.