Date Posted:20:33:55 04/12/03 Sat Author: .owen. Subject:.tears.and.fears. In reply to:
Erica
's message, ".the thing I love." on 20:22:43 04/12/03 Sat
She had stopped, Owen observed as he watched Erica crouch down and seemingly stare off into space... Whatever it was, Owen took that paused intersection in time to approach her. Swiftly, he walked a yard or so 'cross the freshly snipped lawn and greeted Erica without words. Silent, and standing behind her with his hands jammed into the pockets of his courdouroy jacket, Owen just watched the smooth curve of her back through the jacket. Without really knowing it, he felt the presence of tears, or greif, of... guilt. Inhaling deeply, Owen murmured something into the silence he so loathed, "You were good, out there... I meant it." He didn't want to address her tears, but knew that sooner or later, he would -- because that's just how he was.
