TO her I saw-my novel

28 September

She knows exactly she is just a subtitute, every time he smiles to her. But that's the reason she thinks it is worthy of.

Yesterday he called her name as somebody else, again. The 4th time in this month. She has been used to it. He apologized, shruged his shoulders and burried his head in the newspaper. She made a face and drank her orange juice, looking outside the window. She knew he was not reading at all, it was the Lady's page. Nothing outside worths seeing either.

He is trying to waste the time, and she is wasting her time. Not even a drop of tear has to be torn. They both are willing to see the days passing by like this. He needs her to recall another she in mind, she needs him around to pretend she is being loved. Relationship sometimes, is just for maintain the warmth, not letting neither of the two woke up from a nightmare and cry like a child.

Her eyes moist in the dark, lying in the same bed on the same long pillow where he is, on another side. Suddenly he turned over and held her in the arms. She feels moisture again, not from herself.

She buried the face on his chest and numbled,
I love you. For real, she knows truly deeply from her heart and vein.
I love you,too. He hardly hears himself but makes himself heard.

Conciousness vanishes, good dream, and another day will be passed.