“Good morning,” he says as he enters the room. He walks to her, slow steps but she can focus on them if nothing else and only when he stands in front of her does she open her eyes.
They stare at each other for a moment before he repeats himself. “Good morning.” There is a slight stress on the words, as though he is hoping to get a reply, and she looks at him blankly. His hands smooth his green jacket, and his hair is mussed.
There is silence once more and she closes her eyes, not wanting to talk to him. There was a time when she didn’t hate him, a time when there was nothing but love for the man standing in front of her. She would never had admitted, but there were a few months where she had loved him.
He gave her a gentle smile today, a rather sad smile, but a smile.
He doesn’t wait for a reply. He doesn’t need to. Without hearing anything, he knows her response. But he still tries.
She does too and hates herself for it.
Maybe one day, she’ll stop ignoring him and start smiling instead, like she used to before. Maybe, but she hopes that won’t happen—ignores the fact that it is starting to happen—and instead focuses on the hate.
But there might always be a slim chance, the hopeless couple hopes. Because the summer months, they spent together…
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Bliss 2/2
(Anonymous) 2009-03-22 02:10 am (UTC)(link)“Good morning,” he says as he enters the room. He walks to her, slow steps but she can focus on them if nothing else and only when he stands in front of her does she open her eyes.
They stare at each other for a moment before he repeats himself. “Good morning.” There is a slight stress on the words, as though he is hoping to get a reply, and she looks at him blankly. His hands smooth his green jacket, and his hair is mussed.
There is silence once more and she closes her eyes, not wanting to talk to him. There was a time when she didn’t hate him, a time when there was nothing but love for the man standing in front of her.
She would never had admitted, but there were a few months where she had loved him.
He gave her a gentle smile today, a rather sad smile, but a smile.
He doesn’t wait for a reply. He doesn’t need to. Without hearing anything, he knows her response. But he still tries.
She does too and hates herself for it.
Maybe one day, she’ll stop ignoring him and start smiling instead, like she used to before. Maybe, but she hopes that won’t happen—ignores the fact that it is starting to happen—and instead focuses on the hate.
But there might always be a slim chance, the hopeless couple hopes. Because the summer months, they spent together…
It was bliss.