Portia

To pass the time, she constantly stares back into her lover’s eyes.

She is thinking of another way to blend the horizon with the moist that is quickly building up in her eyes.

“How long until I am able to move from this spot?” She doesn’t say this out loud for fear of ruining what they already have. Momentum.

Silence.

“We’re only ruining each other’s bloody Sunday. I wish you would just let me be.”

Precisely at this moment, she realizes that there is no way out. Her thoughts are much riskier companions than this heartless bastard.

portia

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