WWBP: Flashfiction - Superposition · 11:19pm Aug 2nd, 2017
She thought he was asleep when she confessed. She whispered that she loved him, head sinking into his chest.
He hadn’t been asleep. Now he lay staring up at the ceiling.
He wanted to whisper back that he loved her, too, but it would be too cruel a lie to tell. He wanted to love her, but he couldn’t.
She was so kind to him. Beautiful, gorgeous even. Long golden hair and freckles, soft curves and haunted eyes; his type. They were more than friends, certainly, an hour ago her hips had cracked as a whip against his, and that had been enough. They brought each other a comfort they could find nowhere else.
But he couldn’t love her, because she didn’t really love him. She loved an idea of him, and when she spoke of him she spoke of an outline that did not conform to any shape he saw in himself.
It felt like there were three in the bed, and she only had eyes for the other man. A man that was not better than he was, just one he did not agree with. They were seeing two different movies playing on the same screen.
So she said she loved him when she thought he couldn’t hear, and so he pretended he didn’t so he wouldn’t have to break her heart.
I haven't done this in a while and I really should have;
Shoutouts to; Ferret, Cavemonkynick, Horizon, DJthomp, Ariamaki, Hoopy McGee, Serifina, Monarch Dodora, Darkszero, Sarge1995
Aww.
I like little short things like this in blogs, always my favorite thing to read.
I don't understand what "this" is :-\
Good snippet, but it desperately needs a story around it: as is, I have no emotional investment in the main character