So what makes a bigger fool, love or pride? Intuition makes her heart much harder than usual. Her senses are magnified, what if she were right all along? She didn't want to be. Looking back on easier days, she'd never have to worry about someones whereabouts, because she simply didn't care. "Nice guys finish last", or maybe the assholes did, but they didn't care so it was hardly noticed...moments of rejection seemed foreign because there was always another option waiting for the call, always waiting to obtain the unattainable, who was never really unattainable, just cautious...full of pride, knowing that love was for fools. She was tempted to take a drag of a cigarette. Wanted to calm her nerves before she walked in the building. Her lover, her cause for plight was currently M.I.A. Not missing in action but making it arduous to figure out her motives. Why was she there? Her previous route would be to find a replacement, but she knew that doing that would only fulfill a temporary gratification, her mind would still be clouded with questions, heart still filled with mourning. She didn't know what she was trying to figure out, or why she was trying to hold on... but she was, and it was exhausting her.