Photo by Sue Vincent
“I have tried to understand…” There were tears at the edge of his eyes.
She kept her face as impassive as possible, still as stone. “Have you?” She crossed her arms.
“If you ask, perhaps not. My failing. I just thought… I felt… You…” His head dropped; he broke the eye contact.
“I assume you are moving on then?”
He raised his glaze, locked his eyes on hers once again.
“That seems to be your wish.”
She nodded once.
He shook his head. “If only you would show some emotion, anything; anger, sadness, joy that I’m leaving; anything.”
She just stared, her face as emotionless as the door.
“Fine. Goodbye.” He turned, looked at the door for a second, and then left.
It was a relief when door closed. He was close to discovering her secret.
She had long ago closed her heart, locked it up and threw away the key. He thought that he could reach her, find her, but the days for that were over long ago, when…
She regained her composure, her secret safe once again. She grabbed her jacket and headed for the door.
Dinner out was in order.
She checked that thought and smiled.
Dinner out alone was in order.
This was written for Sue Vincent’s writephoto challenge. The photo at the top is Sue’s and she also provided the key word “Secret”.