He strode silently, regretfully, into the ever-darkening room. It was just another offset of her puzzling, maze-like mansion of a home, though he visits weren’t frequent, or often enough, to really justify it’s title as such. This, however, was a special day, depending on how you interpreted it.
He knew he should have knocked, instead of just barging in on her, but he also realized that she wouldn’t have acknowledged it anyway. Though he was afraid to venture across the vicinity of her room, mainly for the reason that he didn’t know how to comfort her. Instead, he merely lingered in the doorway, her doorway, glancing around the room, trying to stall the inevitable, until he finally couldn’t prevent his eyes from resting upon her.
She sat silently, nearly silhouetted, in her bright window, which looked rather obscure in her now Endarkened room. However, he could still see that she looked extravagant as always. Her long, black hair was curled, for once, and had been fashioned into a very flattering up-do. Her makeup was exquisite, though a little risqué, almost bordering on gothic, as was per usual, and her preference. She also wore a long black dress, though it was practically hidden by her best trench coat, but even that couldn’t hide the combat boots she had chosen for today.
She slowly turned her pale, but still beautiful face towards him, but he could tell that she wasn’t really looking at him, rather through him. He definitely knew what she was thinking though; this was a day that she was expected to show her weakness, and she just couldn’t do that.
“Hey, we’ve got to go. We’re late as it is.” Lexi said on her way through the rest of the house.
After Lexi had definitely scurried off, she remained in the window for a few moments longer, before making her way heavily to the door. She probably felt like she was wading through her misery today, or so he figured.
She had hesitated before she reached the door, but he could see that she didn’t have the heart to look up at him.
He could have sworn that she had whispered, “ I love you,” shortly after she had passed by him, but he thought a more appropriate dismissal would have been, “I Blame You.”