And in complete silence, he casually got dressed, as if she wasn’t there – ignoring the petty soul sitting across the room.
She never planned for an instantaneous afternoon. She knew very well she didn’t love him, and she knew he didn’t love her. But, oh, how badly she wanted to tell him she was overwhelmed, she was lonely, and she still had some feelings and cared for him. After months of letting go, she didn’t understand what was happening to her at that very moment. Deep down she wanted to know what he felt.
His eyes met her briefly across the room.
Casually she said, “Can you pass me the remote?”