The bottle lay atop the table and each pass of his pacing it craved to be opened. The minutes ticked by achingly slow and when she finally made her way through the door, a double take was needed. She spoke, his grin flashed, not quite sure because of the cues of her body, the tone or her choice of words.
[color=#c10300]“L’amour de ma vie..”[/color] he replied, taking a few steps towards her, a hand outstretched with hope. Hope… that he was right, there was still that glimmer of ‘them’ even if she was wed to another and he, left behind, alone and shunned by many. Rene cared little for the politics of things, the veiled friendships built on practised smiles and backhanded deals. There were greater questions to ask, pursuits to be made than who was on top, which spoke of the wheel reigned supreme.
Yet this inaction and disdain had cost him everything he wanted and was beginning to tear apart his dear one. He hoped she’d take his hand, to pull her immediately into his arm for the deepest, tightest hold he could reasonably allow. Their shadows would remerge, too soon for them both, but that was the cost of the game. Stolen moments where masks could be lowered, lovers could embrace, the space she had filled once before and no-one could replace in his lifetime.
He’d plant a soft kiss to her forehead, relishing in the bliss of merely holding her.[color=#c10300] “We haven’t long… a half hour maybe, but gods is that even a sin. I have so many apologies to make, ma vie.”[/color]
[color=#c10300]“L’amour de ma vie..”[/color] he replied, taking a few steps towards her, a hand outstretched with hope. Hope… that he was right, there was still that glimmer of ‘them’ even if she was wed to another and he, left behind, alone and shunned by many. Rene cared little for the politics of things, the veiled friendships built on practised smiles and backhanded deals. There were greater questions to ask, pursuits to be made than who was on top, which spoke of the wheel reigned supreme.
Yet this inaction and disdain had cost him everything he wanted and was beginning to tear apart his dear one. He hoped she’d take his hand, to pull her immediately into his arm for the deepest, tightest hold he could reasonably allow. Their shadows would remerge, too soon for them both, but that was the cost of the game. Stolen moments where masks could be lowered, lovers could embrace, the space she had filled once before and no-one could replace in his lifetime.
He’d plant a soft kiss to her forehead, relishing in the bliss of merely holding her.[color=#c10300] “We haven’t long… a half hour maybe, but gods is that even a sin. I have so many apologies to make, ma vie.”[/color]
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