First Sight

Jul. 8th, 2015 12:40 am
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She sits at the table looking through the newspaper while patiently waiting for her drink. Slowly, her gaze moves upwards towards him. He sits alone at the bar, his eyes looking down at his glass, his thoughts lost within the liquid. He looks lonesome, hopeless. He seems to be waiting for someone or something that will never come.

Deep down her heart aches for him. All she can do is watch him and give silent comfort. Her drink arrives. The waitress smiles and says something that falls on deaf ears. She lifts the glass to her lips and takes a sip, the taste is bitter to her mouth. Is it because she is saddened by his presence? She knows not except that she wishes to hold him closely. Suddenly he rises, walking towards the exit. His eyes fall on hers, a half smile on his face as he walks past her.

That night all she could think about was the lonely stranger at the bar. She falls asleep, smiling to herself as she dreams about something she can never have.

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