She was getting out of the kitchen with her hands full. Reheated dinner to be eaten in front of the computer. She used her head to push on the switch to turn the light off. And then she remembered.
It was new year, in an apartment, her friends, him, secrets and lies. People were running around, happy, they appeared to be flying. She felt her world was made of stone and silence. The moment of congratulations and kissing started. She wished she was invisible, but she complied and pretended to be alive. They ended up face to face when the others were done with them. She paused, she knew she should have made this decision before because now it is noticeable and he will understand. But he woke up and woke her up and said with a low calm voice that sounded like of a father's, ”it's ok.come on.”.They held hands or kissed on the cheek. Something like a normal thing between semi-close friends. She almost forgot that is what they are supposed to be. Then he had to leave. He was moving around gathering his things, to her despair. She could feel her blood leaving her body out of protest. The brain was alone, the heart was going on strike.
As always, something strange happened. He was going to the door, his hands were occupied by the luggage. She was moving to the table that was in his way. Their bodies met in the middle. She felt they were moving so slow, as though time was taking a walk with it's grandmother. When he passed near her he stopped and his shoulder was above her chest, his head lowered, their cheeks touching just a little. And their skins craved the affection so they stole a moment of caressing their faces with their cheeks and robbed a second's perfume to get them through...God knows, maybe the rest of their lives.
It was new year, in an apartment, her friends, him, secrets and lies. People were running around, happy, they appeared to be flying. She felt her world was made of stone and silence. The moment of congratulations and kissing started. She wished she was invisible, but she complied and pretended to be alive. They ended up face to face when the others were done with them. She paused, she knew she should have made this decision before because now it is noticeable and he will understand. But he woke up and woke her up and said with a low calm voice that sounded like of a father's, ”it's ok.come on.”.They held hands or kissed on the cheek. Something like a normal thing between semi-close friends. She almost forgot that is what they are supposed to be. Then he had to leave. He was moving around gathering his things, to her despair. She could feel her blood leaving her body out of protest. The brain was alone, the heart was going on strike.
As always, something strange happened. He was going to the door, his hands were occupied by the luggage. She was moving to the table that was in his way. Their bodies met in the middle. She felt they were moving so slow, as though time was taking a walk with it's grandmother. When he passed near her he stopped and his shoulder was above her chest, his head lowered, their cheeks touching just a little. And their skins craved the affection so they stole a moment of caressing their faces with their cheeks and robbed a second's perfume to get them through...God knows, maybe the rest of their lives.
second 33 , that is how they touched
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