A man and a women stand seperated, They are different yet the same 

The woman stands looking at the man with a look of disappointment. The man looks over the balcony, towards they horizon, to ashamed to face her. 

He feels her eyes look upon him with disappointment rather than anger. They stand like that for a while, he hopelessly staring into nothing, in the hope that his eyes won't turn to her and reveal the truth. 

 Her hands quietly by her sides, her back standing straight but not with strength but with strain, her once light with life now turn shallow with disbelief.  

As they stand there people below them on the street keep walking, completely oblivious to the two destroyed people standing above them. That's what they are- simply destroyed. They have been broken and injured, leaving them unmended.  

They stand and try to figure out who've they've become. They stand there and try to remember what it was like to be a whole person, just walking down the street completely oblivious of the people around them. They have been forgotten.  

The world simply forgot about them and now the world goes on and the people on the streets go on, walking up the street unaware of what has been broken. 

I know this is kind of cheesy but it almost Valentine's Day- a time when anyone can get away with extreme quesoso (gracias Senora Fahey) and this is my piece of cliche-ness and cheesiness. 

(Story above inspired by Sabrina with Audrey Heoburn and Humphry Bougart- written 12/13/08) 

Alice 

 

Alice