Darling,
thirty-one
Quietly, days passed with silent words. Colin never left her side, holding her hand or pulling his fingers through her thin hair. Together they would lay in bed, staring at the ceiling or at each other or at the back of their dreams. After several calls from worried friends the phone was unplugged and the blinds were drawn.
He would notice the dark circles under her eyes - or the paleness of her skin, and she would notice the sadness in his eyes but they would only stare at one another from across the small kitchen table. He would feel empty when she would leave his hand and she would hold her breath when he kissed her neck. She would ask him what he was going to do and he would tell her to please not talk about those things. She would stare at her hands and he would try to imagine that nothing was changing.
He would notice the dark circles under her eyes - or the paleness of her skin, and she would notice the sadness in his eyes but they would only stare at one another from across the small kitchen table. He would feel empty when she would leave his hand and she would hold her breath when he kissed her neck. She would ask him what he was going to do and he would tell her to please not talk about those things. She would stare at her hands and he would try to imagine that nothing was changing.
♠ ♠ ♠
listen.