When they were in love
The underground train roared to the next station, to the waiting hearts and souls. She stood in the train, visions blurred by the blinking pictures outside of the windows.
When the train came to a startled halt, she pulled her purse up to her shoulder, took a deep breath and stepped out of the door. She was soon pushed by other passengers into the big confusing crowd. It seemed everyone was running, but that no one really knew where they were going. She glanced from left to right, figured out about the exit then made her move towards the unexpected.
She remembered. Everything that followed that morning. The coldness, the sharp eyes and the distance that had grown between them suddenly rushed back into her head. The moment he left home that morning she made the decision of leaving him. It was a moment when she came to the realization that life could not be wasted on such detrimental relations. She could carry on, but would lose herself forever in the mist of his manhood and tyrannical emotions.
He was waiting outside. Every minute he could feel that she was getting closer and closer. It was as if her perfume had found him way ahead of her. He breathed in the familiar scent, an oder that had become her label.
The freezing November wind blew away the gaiety of life, with snow flakes secretly forming up above. The deadly winter did not help make this reunion any easier, if not much harder.
The moment came. She walked out of the station, finding him standing right in front of her as if all these years he had never left but stayed at the door waiting for her to open it. Nothing had changed; only both of them grew older. He began to walk away, she followed.
She always followed, but this time he didn't grab her hand and she didn't want to be grabbed.
They walked into a hotel like planned. No one talked.
They checked into a room, still, no one talked.
When the door closed, they both took off their clothes and made love.
Their hot breath covered the windows, blocking the harsh wind.
There was no complain, no tears, no smile, just plain wild sex.
And it was just like many years ago when they were in love.
When the train came to a startled halt, she pulled her purse up to her shoulder, took a deep breath and stepped out of the door. She was soon pushed by other passengers into the big confusing crowd. It seemed everyone was running, but that no one really knew where they were going. She glanced from left to right, figured out about the exit then made her move towards the unexpected.
She remembered. Everything that followed that morning. The coldness, the sharp eyes and the distance that had grown between them suddenly rushed back into her head. The moment he left home that morning she made the decision of leaving him. It was a moment when she came to the realization that life could not be wasted on such detrimental relations. She could carry on, but would lose herself forever in the mist of his manhood and tyrannical emotions.
He was waiting outside. Every minute he could feel that she was getting closer and closer. It was as if her perfume had found him way ahead of her. He breathed in the familiar scent, an oder that had become her label.
The freezing November wind blew away the gaiety of life, with snow flakes secretly forming up above. The deadly winter did not help make this reunion any easier, if not much harder.
The moment came. She walked out of the station, finding him standing right in front of her as if all these years he had never left but stayed at the door waiting for her to open it. Nothing had changed; only both of them grew older. He began to walk away, she followed.
She always followed, but this time he didn't grab her hand and she didn't want to be grabbed.
They walked into a hotel like planned. No one talked.
They checked into a room, still, no one talked.
When the door closed, they both took off their clothes and made love.
Their hot breath covered the windows, blocking the harsh wind.
There was no complain, no tears, no smile, just plain wild sex.
And it was just like many years ago when they were in love.
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