to be read aloud.
Her skin was perfect.
she looked like a painting, almost.
she smoked cigarettes
outside her window watching the smoke trickle back in filling the room with its infamous odor that lingered for days.
she was not concerned this was not her home and it hadn’t been for sometime.
the days went by slow here it was quite remarkable, almost
She listened intently to the sounds on the street it was becoming hard to focus with her mind racing so
She had wanted it to be the best answer, but it wasn’t it didn’t even come close
and besides she wasn’t ready anyway.
Time, she proposed that will make it better
She has once loved the figure standing in the doorway making it somewhat difficult to make it sound like she truly cared
This was what she was afraid of, every second, every stare, every pause.
she had become unattractive somewhere in between the car ride and the doorway and not in the way that most would assume
It was in a quiet, demure way that you only noticed if you squinted and turned you head slightly
Truthfully, it had probably always been there it was just masked by the expensive perfume
She had wanted to tell her for days or maybe it was weeks, one can never really be sure of these things
The condensation dripped down her hand but she had to ignore it
the conversation was in full swing and leaving just for a second would not be plausible
If she left, the moment would be stuck
the words spoken just before the leaving of the room would stay stagnant in the air forever
she would come back, sit down and the mood would be different
angry, sadder, not at all the same
and therefore the resolution would be different and she couldn’t risk that option
She would just have to wait for a little bit longer.
