As he walks, he waits. He waits for the proper words to hit him before he speaks. He waits for her, letting her take her time and process her own thoughts. Why was he waiting? He was waiting because he was tired of losing. He was finally learning to be careful.
As she walks, she counts her steps. She is conscious of the breaths she’s taking in and letting out, making sure they stay steady. Eager to reach her destination, she dismisses his silence as much as she possibly can.
They were walking right next to each other, yet they were on two totally different paths.
Should I give up, or should I just keep chasing pavements?