warmth

Sometimes she looked upon him and did not recognize the face, as if she had been so absorbed in her own outpouring that she no longer noticed the person she was directing her conversation towards, but that merely a warm, breathing body, was all she needed to feel next to her for her speech to continue. His lack of response or even reaction was all she needed to let loose. Perhaps days or even full weeks had gone by without her glancing at his face. How could she be so callous, so impenetrable? So cold.