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She didn't know what to do. Times like these she only felt helpless, flustered, aggravated. She knew he wasn't fine, neither was he as happy as he pretended to be. It was all a farce, a show he put on everyday to hide his feelings, his thoughts from the world, himself and even her.

She knew there was something wrong with him, yet she couldn't bring herself to ask. She just watched him wallowing in his sadness, drowning his thoughts in his drink, its stench so strong it made her want to gag. Yet, she remained, for his sake. He deserved that much from her at least, and more but she couldn't give that to him. Maybe she was selfish or cautious she didn't know. All she knew was she couldn't give him what he wanted, what he needed. She couldn't be a good friend to him as much as she wanted; it wasn't something she was used to. She always remained a good distance away from the touchy, feely talks, it wasn't like her, and she definitely didn't feel comfortable. However the scenario was different now. Judging from his posture and the way he was hunched over his beverage clearly showed he wanted her to comfort him to make everything okay. Maybe even give him a shred of hope so he may be able to accept his shortcomings.

However no matter how badly she wanted to reach out to him and knowing how badly he wanted her comforting touch, her stern yet soothing words, she couldn't bring herself to do it. She was too scared. Too cautious. She always was, always keeping her emotions in check, always keeping her cool, not even betraying a single thought that could show her true nature. A simple, yet well painted mask she wore every day.

However that was another thought, right now he needed her she could tell her, he was begging her silently, his look dark, his eyes, those dark orbs she would often think about when she wasn't pretending, they looked so full of sorrow and hurt, and yet she remained where she was, perched elegantly on her seat, calmly with a poised look glancing at him back and forth every minute.

She couldn't do it. She couldn't sit idle knowing of his troubles. Knowing of his condition. She uttered a sigh, knowing that once she formed a crack in her mask there will be no going back, for he would be able to see past her pretense. Yet she moved, swiftly and gracefully, she moved towards him, placed one hand upon his hunched shoulder and spoke gently.

'Perhaps you've had too much for the night. I'll drive you home'

He didn't pull away mostly because he knew who the voice belonged to, and that was enough to comfort him. Silently he nodded and allowed her to take his arm and gently lead her to his car. To an outsider it looked like a simple meeting between two acquaintances, yet it was so much more than that, the friendship, the trust that they developed over the years did not require words. Her voice, her tone, her small hand gracefully touching his arm was enough for him to understand that the woman beside him was there for him and him alone, and that was enough.

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She didn't know what to do. Times like these she only felt helpless, flustered, aggravated. She knew he wasn't fine, neither was he as happy as he pretended to be. It was all a farce, a show he put on everyday to hide his feelings, his thoughts from the world, himself and even her.

She knew there was something wrong with him, yet she couldn't bring herself to ask. She just watched him wallowing in his sadness, drowning his thoughts in his drink, its stench so strong it made her want to gag. Yet, she remained, for his sake. He deserved that much from her at least, and more but she couldn't give that to him. Maybe she was selfish or cautious she didn't know. All she knew was she couldn't give him what he wanted, what he needed. She couldn't be a good friend to him as much as she wanted; it wasn't something she was used to. She always remained a good distance away from the touchy, feely talks, it wasn't like her, and she definitely didn't feel comfortable. However the scenario was different now. Judging from his posture and the way he was hunched over his beverage clearly showed he wanted her to comfort him to make everything okay. Maybe even give him a shred of hope so he may be able to accept his shortcomings.

However no matter how badly she wanted to reach out to him and knowing how badly he wanted her comforting touch, her stern yet soothing words, she couldn't bring herself to do it. She was too scared. Too cautious. She always was, always keeping her emotions in check, always keeping her cool, not even betraying a single thought that could show her true nature. A simple, yet well painted mask she wore every day.

However that was another thought, right now he needed her she could tell her, he was begging her silently, his look dark, his eyes, those dark orbs she would often think about when she wasn't pretending, they looked so full of sorrow and hurt, and yet she remained where she was, perched elegantly on her seat, calmly with a poised look glancing at him back and forth every minute.

She couldn't do it. She couldn't sit idle knowing of his troubles. Knowing of his condition. She uttered a sigh, knowing that once she formed a crack in her mask there will be no going back, for he would be able to see past her pretense. Yet she moved, swiftly and gracefully, she moved towards him, placed one hand upon his hunched shoulder and spoke gently.

'Perhaps you've had too much for the night. I'll drive you home'

He didn't pull away mostly because he knew who the voice belonged to, and that was enough to comfort him. Silently he nodded and allowed her to take his arm and gently lead her to his car. To an outsider it looked like a simple meeting between two acquaintances, yet it was so much more than that, the friendship, the trust that they developed over the years did not require words. Her voice, her tone, her small hand gracefully touching his arm was enough for him to understand that the woman beside him was there for him and him alone, and that was enough.