bowjangles
Disco ball, flashing lights, swirling around lost in the melody. Release from control, self-consciousness dissipates. In that moment I am free.
Her face was beaming as she saw him get off the train onto the platform and walk towards her. It had been 8 long months of separation during which she had never felt more alone. But now, here, her companion, her lover, returned to her at last
It was an empty sentiment, too late to be granted any meaning. She needed this before, but now...since everything that had happened...no. She wouldn't fall for it again. A last ditch attempt to reconcile: an act of desperation in the hope that she would forgive him. And she would have done had it not been for his latest betrayal, the discovery of which finally cleared her eyes of the mist of attachment that had shrouded them for he past three years. How could she have been so stupid?