Andrea's Monologue (4-21-04)

I don't know why I ran after him. I don't know why I expected him to be angry or upset. But you know what? He wasn't. The bastard held me when I ran into his arms. I didn't realize I was in tears until he asked me why I was crying. I couldn't answer. I stayed there clinging to him, my face buried in his shoulder, and he just held me... I don't know what was going through his mind. Was he concerned? Angry? Scared? Annoyed? I couldn't bring myself to ask, even after he'd moved on, taking me with him, and it was almost as if it hadn't happened at all.

I guess in my mind I stayed there, feeling safe in his arms. After so long, the need for human contact becomes overwhelming. I held on to that moment knowing well it might be ages before I was even touched again. I don't know how to explain what I felt there. I was comforted, I felt safe. But it was not my place to begin with. Sure enough, he nudged me away.