She looked across at him. Somehow the room, filled with the sound of glasses clinking and excited chatter, was strangely quiet around him. He caught her gaze and smiled, evading any hidden meaning he could find in her eyes that advanced past friendship. Oh, it was all very well, to joke and to laugh. To smooth over the disappointment. But the opportunities to tell him how she truly felt were passing away. Grains of sand. She had to tell him how she-
It wasn't love, it couldn't be.
They were much too young to start using such dangerous words.