She holds your hand.

Why?

You know she doesn't feel anything. But. She did say that she loves you... But that shouldn't be possible...

But. Your heart. It aches thinking about not loving her. So you keep going. Keep loving her. Even if... No matter what she says she doesn't love you. It's like hollow words.

But you can hope. What she says is genuine.

You stare at her. She doesn't stare back. She looks up from her book. And looks up to look at what's infront of her.

Nothing.

Well. Nothing of note. But... She does this all the time. No reason, no warning. She stares off, and off. Into nothingness.

Maybe... Just... Leave her be.

It's best to not to interupt her.