The sigh is the reset button for my emotions, allowing a response to come that has the benefit of both empathic and logical thought.
The switch from reaction to reflection, to process, to arrive at a good response, was signalled by the sigh.
Just the slight of Olivia's tired brown boots rounding the corner was enough to release the breath Ian didn't even know he was holding. With the sigh his shoulders relaxed and his face lit up into the person his love knew.
When Maya sighed she jutted her bottom lip out, redirecting the air-flow to her long bangs. For that brief moment her black hair fanned upwards before resettling just over her eyes.
The sight that escaped Mac's dry lips was slow, as if his brain needed that time to process what had happened. His eyes remained fixed on the road, on the exact path Mia had fled down.
Ava sighed like a slight spring breeze, soft and gentle, almost lost against the drone of the traffic.
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