Not built for love 1

"you are formed for labor, not for love."

~Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre.

The sky of juvenile night was yet to be deep as tints of orange lingered the perfect hue of blue. the clouds were rolled up and sparse, it felt youthful as the breeze played the frizzled edges of her veil, tickling her face. She laughed then pushed it away, focusing on the distant noise of an airplane, her eyes trailing the blinking red light at its tail till it was far from sight. No matter how old she got, she would run outside to see airplanes till they disappeared from view.

The faint voice playing on radio turned monotonous, the cd was on repeat and she doubted Fareed was listening, she felt it was an attempt on his side to avoid a conversation or prevent her from talking because, as he said she always had too many questions.