She..
Sits in silence at a filled table, feeling the chatter of the voices wash over her, not stirring her from her own private thoughts. She’s really just waiting to go home and be alone, but to let down the façade would prove more trouble than its worth.
Sitting     Waiting          Watching
Closing her mind back into her own thoughts she pulls at her sweater, trying to feel for the place that once held a heart. Feelings, words, silvery touches glide through her memory as she recalls the journey that got her to where she is now.

No escape
              When did she change?

She hates what she has become, but she is helpless to change it – she is only what he has made her. Shaped and curved to perfection, everything he wants her to be. She recalls when she used to smile and mean it, when words meant everything and touches even more. She remembers promises made way back then, and still made – still meaning nothing. Just made to pass the time. That’s all they’re doing now. Passing time for a meaningless cause.
Stirred from her thoughts as the others begin to rise, she picks up her bag and follows. No eye contact, she just wants to remember yesterday.
When love wasn’t just a word.


He..
Doesn’t see the beauty in her rich brown eyes, the colour of mocha or the darkest chocolate you savour at midnight. He doesn’t see the shimmering of her blonde hair, or the manner and grace of her step. He only sees shades of grey, swirling and twisting – images of girls he has loved before. Twisting curls, wind chime laughs, interlocking lips – they all merge into one as he looks for perfection. The perfection she can never give him. He doesn’t feel the touches as her eyes burn holes into his face and her fingers roam his skin before settling within his own. He is not even aware of how beautiful a-pair they make.

She is beautiful – she doesn’t mean a thing.

Perfection cannot be manufactured, no matter how he tries.
She is not who he needs.
If only she were someone else, the one he had – the one he wants to recreate. Then maybe he could make the meaningless whispers mean something. Maybe he could put passion behind those soft touches and sweet kisses.
But the show must go on.


She..
Feels the touch of his fingers on his leg as they begin the journey home. He whispers in her ear and sends shivers down her spine, almost touching her core. She hates this feeling – the manipulation. She is a puppet; oh and how he knows how to pull her strings. Suggestions flow smoothly from his parted lips as she tries so desperately not to react, trying to keep the barrier up between them; trying to keep her distance. Her legs begin to shake in the sheer anticipation, and its hard to tell when the feeling changes from excitement to regret – before they have made it to the end of the street.

Giving herself has never been so hard.
Resisting was never easy.

She looks up into his eyes, wanting him to understand how much these words hurt her when they both know they don’t mean a thing. Wanting him to realise how much she needs him, and that she knows everything he feels. Can see the calculation behind every perfect move, the movement of every finger across her skin.
Her eyes go hazy as she succumbs to his touch and prepares herself for another shot at perfection.


He..
Begins with his hands, then follows with his mouth, skin on skin and they begin.
He studies her form as he lays her down on the pillow, watching her hair as it splays out across the pillow in picturesque form. Her image twists and swirls in his mind as the others replace her, – by the one who’s face is never far from his thoughts. She could be perfect, if he could see her – not the ghost of the lies he still keeps so close to his heart.
That’s his kind of truth.

He knows this night will be the same as the others, every single time.
Motions leading to noises     leading to passion,    heat and screams.

But they will be dimmed as his thoughts stray to anything, anything but her. He knows how to make it good, and keep her coming back for more.
And he knows he feels nothing.
But he doesn’t know she feels the same.
He moves forward and the actions are put into motion.


She..
Pulls him down close to her as her hands rake across his back, kissing him, willing him to feel something – anything other than the nothingness reflected in his eyes. His hands move from left to right and she can almost trace after the heat he ignites not matter how cold his hands may remain.
She tenses as he moves for the buttons of her jacket, before placing her own hands over his. She pulls them away and moves from under him to the side of the bed, before reaching for her shoes and bag. Invisible strings pull her back towards the bed, back towards everything she wants but can never have.

Love.

With a final glance from smouldering eyes she looks towards the one she will always love but never be loved by, not with the passion and all consuming feelings she keeps so deep inside her. With perfect precision and a shaky heart, she stands and moves softly over to the door, leaving everything she has ever needed behind.
She could be losing everything.
But, she never had “everything” to begin with.


He..
Watches stunned as this girl he has never seen before moves away from him and to the door. His head clears as he sees a woman before him that has the strength that no other girl ever had.
The strength to walk away.
She turns around and glances at him and he sees the fire in her rich chocolate eyes, and the regret that seeps in before she has even met the door. Her body sways in perfect time with the beating of his heart as he realises that she was everything he ever wanted in a girl. She was every lover he had ever had, and only too willing to make herself into what he wanted, every different person who had ever meant anything to him.
And she was leaving him.
His heart slowly cracked with every delicate footstep, and he reaches out to the retreating figure in a desperate attempt to keep her here, and meet this girl that meant everything to him, without him knowing it.

“I love you”  
                  He called out.

“I’ve heard it all before..”
                                      She whispered
                                                        as she closed the door.