Words That Weren't Spoken.

They were taking the time to connect with eachother. They decided to go for a calm, long stroll in the blissful, not so hot, dawn. Things hadn't been on the best of terms between the two of them and they knew they had to do something to make things right.

She had said things that she knew would have hurt him. And he, took them all in, while letting some words of his own at her. They do like eachother though, a lot. And the thought of separating from each other was too much for either one of them to take in. The thought of being with eachother, though, provides the anxiety of worsening what's left. That calm stroll that they wanted to do was now becoming sweaty stroll with awkwardness. Sweaty not because they're tired physically, just to clarify. They tried to look at eachother, look into eachother's eyes but couldn't. They knew something was wrong and they just wanted say something to break the awkward spine-killing silence because this wasn't how things used to be between the two of them. Things, well let's just say, they were a lot more fluttery than they were stuttery. They were listening to words that weren't spoken.
All either one of them could think of was what they could say and how they could be to make things better.

What they didn't do was enjoy the beauty of the dawn. What they didn't listen to was the rejoicing chirps of the birds. What they didn't do was take the calm stroll they intended to.