*James*
My beautiful mate has been sitting outside for over an hour. She made a few phone calls and then continued sitting in the same spot, with her hand propping up her head, and her eyes staring into space. I know she's deep in thought but I have no idea what's going through her mind right now.
She's sitting with her back towards the door so I can't see her face, just the tilt of her head and the slump of her shoulders.
Defeated....She looks defeated, like she has the weight of the world on her shoulders. Her position hasn't changed a bit since she ended the last call, leading me to believe it didn't go well.
I know this because I'm constantly peeking through the curtains to ensure she's still outside. I couldn't pick up on what she was saying earlier, although I could have if I
