Confusion in her eyes says it all
she's lost control
Confusion is like breaking your favorite glass figurine. No matter how it happened you still have to gather all the pieces, like those of your shattered mind, and try to glue them back together. With a little luck, you won't lose too much in the end, only the feeling of completeness.
Valentine's day ended with just that kind of confusion, and I still don't know what I'll stand to lose from it. I thought I knew exactly where I had him, that I could read him like an open book and would never be surprised by anything he would be capable of doing. Then this happens, and suddenly I lost my balance. The worst thing is that I never saw it coming, and now I feel as if I'm no longer in control.
How I hate that feeling.