post #2

She crawled into the bed. Another night. What would this one bring? She put her head near his shoulder and took his hand. She wasn't tired, but they had to sleep. There was stuff to do in the morning. He turned over on his side, his arm bringing hers with it, around his waist, and she snuggled up against his back, just like always. But tonight, his back was a wall. She wondered what was going on, on the other side of that wall.

He lay there as she crawled into the bed next to him. He thought about kissing her, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. If she knew what he held inside. If she knew what he couldn't tell her, she wouldn't want to kiss him. She wouldn't want to be there. She would walk home alone at that hour and refuse his offer of driving her.

She lay there, hugging a wall, wondering why it was so solid and yet everything was crumbling around her. She didn't know what was happening, but she could feel the severing of the connection. She had to act before it was too late. She leaned forward and kissed his shoulder blade. It was the only thing she could think to do. She knew it wouldn't do anything to save them. But it happened on some primal instinct. She knew that she HAD to do it.

And now its been several months since she has seen his face. And she still thinks about the last time that she kissed him. She wonders if he was awake when it happened. She wonders if he knew.