A Collection of Short Stories
Nothing.
“I love you,”
The words throbbed in her head, echoing as she heard them. She looked at him, trying to understand the message he was trying to send, trying to understand what the words meant. The words were familiar, soft and simple and yet she couldn’t bring herself to grasp their meaning.
There was a wall that had formed between them, and the words did nothing but bounce of the empty caverns that was once filled with happiness and laughter. It seemed as if only yesterday, it was full to the brim. Yet today, it was running dry.
She looked at him - really looked at him - and wondered where they went wrong. She scrutinized every little detail, every little conversation they had; yet she found nothing. As she looked into his eyes, she found nothing.
The words throbbed in her head, echoing as she heard them. She looked at him, trying to understand the message he was trying to send, trying to understand what the words meant. The words were familiar, soft and simple and yet she couldn’t bring herself to grasp their meaning.
There was a wall that had formed between them, and the words did nothing but bounce of the empty caverns that was once filled with happiness and laughter. It seemed as if only yesterday, it was full to the brim. Yet today, it was running dry.
She looked at him - really looked at him - and wondered where they went wrong. She scrutinized every little detail, every little conversation they had; yet she found nothing. As she looked into his eyes, she found nothing.