Fools

“..I think you came here with this idea of my life, with the idea of how it used to be, and that I’d just change everything for you now because you came back. You’re here announced and I’m not go..”

“That’s not why I’m here. I’m here for closure.”

“Closure?”

“Yes, I need to know what we are, I need an ending to this, either we do this thing or we call it mates. I can’t live in my reality with this on going fantasy of you.”

“I’m just saying that things have changed. I’m with Candice and I want to keep seeing her. I’m looking at you and the feelings are still there, but we’re undefined boundaries.I don’t want to stop our connection, but you left. I’m angry at you for that. And Candice. Candice. I’m in love with her.”

“You’re in love with her?”

She wanted time to freeze before he answered. To rather not know, to not have to be in his presence and not be the one on his mind. He raised his eyes and looked into hers, and with mumbled words he crushed the imaginary universe of THEM that she had built in her head.

“Yeah, I am.”

They’re called piercing blue eyes because they burn fucking holes right through your foundations. Castles and compounds crumbled.

“Okay,” she huffed, trying to let go of it all in one syllable. Noticing her well- used feet, unkempt, but covered in stories, she thought it’s funny how everything and nothing mean the same thing. She managed to return to his stare. Proud of the reassuring smile she mustered, she told him; “we’ll call it mates then. I think that’ll be best.”

“I think it’s best too.” he barely breathed the words.

Time passed in silence.

“ I’m going to go.”

“Okay.”

The hug. It didn’t feel right, the shivered skin of enticing touch had long left them.

What fools for believing they could survive distance.