Short story. 1. I walked into the room and it was tragic, detrimental. The landscape was total silence. But then I gasped. Her eyes locked onto mine and I was gone. I floated away more agilely than feathers in the wind. I couldn't accept what I'd read there, in her eyes. That guilt. They were not her eyes, hers were bottomless. I could see through these eyes and the floor beneath. Littered with fear and shame, disgust. It was disgusting. Something spoiled. But my heart betrayed me. I walked forward to console. There was no talking. There was no need. She sighed as I sat beside her. And then she cried, silently. A moment she wept on my shoulder, a moment she slunk away. Back and forth, swirling. I was a tornado. She was the wall, crumbling down before me. A reserve of reality reversed. Again, my heart betrayed me. I kissed her. And I became the wall. And I was crumpling. Something changed. Looking in her eyes was looking into my own. They were both bottomless, unknown waters. And we were both lost, non-sailors sailing them. Then through the doorway she saw him, the shock. He paused. The hurt on his features. He saw, he knows. Rage came, his face a tomato, and then denial. He walked away. I knew what was right. But I saw the guilt engulf her again. The agony a solid thing. My confusion was something tangible. But so was hers. We were vapors. I kissed her again and her eyes were clouded over and we became solid once more. And again her depth reflected mine. Our hearts were both bottomless, unknown waters. And we were both lost, non-sailors sailing them. Without direction. The End.
Thanks Arlene and Dragondust and Robert Also, basically the story, (it's really short, so I dunno if it really can be called a story ) A guy kisses the girl, who he likes, but has a boyfriend. The girl kisses the guy who see likes, but knows is wrong. It's basically a short story about cheating...
Ah indeed! Thank you. Very "real". I guess it took me a second read to 100% understand what you wrote.