He was a charming man. Big brown eyes, white straight teeth, a calming friendly voice. He had philosophical views, political views. He was a great listener (or so she thought).
He was a drugee. A hypocrite!
His words surrounded her like a blanket, warm and comfortable…
Smothering her.
Killing her slowly.

She’d never heard him sing.
She didn’t want to hear him sing…
But she did.

She hated him.
But she didn’t really know him.
She’d never spent any real time with him.

Why did she have to be reminded of him, why did she have to hold on to hope? She knew he was a bastard. A bastard!

He loved her…
Loves her?

But not her.
No.

She wanted to talk to him.
But didn’t.

She wanted him to cease to exist…
Sort of.
But not really.

She wondered if he thought about her…