He was trying very hard to keep his distance. She would not let him go, her finger nails digging into his back. He pushed her away & sat at the edge of the bed. She waited for a minute, pursing her lips and sat up, the sheet falling off her body. She put on his tee shirt, it still smelt of him.
He didn't say a word - just sat and stared into nothingness. She expected the usual tantrums and empty words. She wanted him to hurl them at her so she could feel his pain and remain indifferent. He felt her need coming off in waves but didn't feel as consumed as before to repeat the routine.
Her sigh rented the air. She walked off to the kitchen to get herself a glass of water. She stood there, her bare feet digging into the stone cold floor. He sat on the bed and waited for words that would never come.
The love died a very long time back. All that was left was the bleak emptiness of sex and the aftermath reeked of despair and pain.
5 comments:
ahhh the story of a thousand relationships! i really liked the bleak bleak ending.
I like.:) Bleak, but nice.
hmmmm
uff! kya likha hai!!
Nice post.
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