She wonders silently, unable to see his thoughts, yet can view his emotions, he wears them on his sleeve unknown of his inability to protect them.
It will be his downfall, it will surprise him.
Sobbing silently, gasping for air, he wonders what has happened. Hurting, tears falling in a endless stream, unable to see where they started, or when they will end. Forming a pool at his feet, spreading across the cold tiled floor.
She can guess, only guess, but never certain of his next moves. His emotions acting as strong clues, yet allowing for drastic action to occur shrouding his actions and plans, despite the lack of planning within them.
He got up, shakily. She was unable to do anything, she could not speak for fear of revealing herself. Uncertain of the rules and laws she was bound to.
Stumbling around, now it was her revealing her emotions, she could see the pain and torture in his eyes.
She tried, silently to grab his attention, without breaking the rules, without putting herself in danger but she was not heard. She saw him enter the kitchen, hands shaking, unable to hold anything, his whole body contorted with emotional pain.
He opened the drawer pulling out a steak knife, 22 centimetres in length, and moved across to the kitchen table where he sat down. opposite him, a portrait of him and his wife.
She looked at herself in the picture, and placed her hand on his shoulder wanting to be able to comfort him. But her hand merely went through, his body shivering.
Mel and I looked at her quizzically, "What was that for?" I asked, my confusion clearly showing on my face. Mel had resumed her calm yet thoughtful pose, sitting on the side of the couch with her chin on her knees and her arms wrapped around them.
"Felt like it.."
I laughed, uncertain of the situation that was unfolding.
"Well, we hate to leave you like this, but we have an appointment in the morning" Chris stretched, a smirk crossing his face, yet quickly disappeared as he saw Charlotte’s disapproving look. Charlotte turned to me winking as she grabbed up her purse and heels. Reaching for mel for a hug, i noticed she whispered something in her ear as Chris got up to shake my hand.
We ended up hugging, his usual strong hug, feeling my ribs squeeze to what felt like impossible lengths. "Proud of you buddy, don’t know what you did in there, but it worked, i can tell, we’ll talk soon"
As we saw them drive off down the street the orange indicator winked suggestively to us as they turned the corner.
Mel slumped over onto me, dead-weight. "I think i might have too much to drink" she giggled nervously.
She looked me in the eyes, clearly showing her able-bodiedness, yet holding more dignity than most would, a deep blue colouration something you could get lost in for hours on end.
"Come to bed" She said. Gesturing to follow whilst she struggled along the hallway.
"Its my bed, and my house missy…" I said, as i locked up the front door and switched the light off.
I turn round the corner, to find her already asleep, curled up, smiling. Her breathing steady and slow.
"You’re beautiful" I whispered, and kissed her goodnight.
Hi sam. How are you? I need to ask you for some advice. My ex is talking to me like he is in love with me again and it's making it hard for me to move on. What should I do.
clearly you don’t want to continue the relationship. perhaps make him understand this, it wont help if he keeps talking to you like this. If he doesn’t understand then you might have to distance yourself from him… Its hard for me to evaluate as i don’t really know the guy.. But yeah reason with him first, tell him what you think maybe he’ll get the point..
I am a mess.
I met you at one of the strangest points in my life to date, I have been such a downer.
I am never normally this emotional and crazy but I have had a crazy year.
I am starting to think that I met you for a reason.
I see.. is this the anonymous lover? Im confused.. all this anonymity is getting to my head.. :\