He was right there, standing amidst the crowd. She was
across the floor, in her dazzling beauty. He was supposed to say hi to her, and
she was supposed to say hello back. Instead, they carried on stirring their un-hot
coffees at their own table stands.
She had been running for the past half an hour; face as red
as a beetroot. He was by the lake, fishing where no fish could possibly live.
She noticed him there, fishing line secure in hand, but she galloped on.
She looked at the screen, his name was right there. Her
heart raced, her mind was on fire. She stared thoughtlessly as it blinked a
dozen times. Then it darkened, and she turned away. She turned her head, back
to the book she was struggling to read.
She never sang in public, but he’d heard her voice a
thousand times. He heard her sing their song, but somehow it sounded different
this time. It was her voice, sure enough it was; but somehow it wasn’t anymore,
and he had no idea why.
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