Lonestar
i came to my meeting place. the nature of attraction caught my eyes. she sat there, her legs uncomfortably overlapping the other. she wore a gossamer dress that showed her fragility and defenseless state of mind. she sat there staring at the floor, and he sat facing her, holding her hand as if he was giving her some kind of intrinsic strength. the more he spoke to her, the more she became amorphous, unable to hide her feelings. soon after her hands covered her face. her body was shaking as she let out her cry of pain. He retracted his hand, making a frustrated fist, while the other grabed onto his hair. once the crying subsided, she removed her hands from her face, her porcelain skin now smeared with traces of salty tears. she quickly composed herself, and they were back in their previous position. His hands were on hers and he continued to converse. she only nodded in return. a few more minutes passed until he stood up lightly kissing her cheek. her eyes seemed to frown, showing her dissatisfaction. yet she gave him a smile as he walked away. Immediately, she wiped her face, now a sticky texture with the remaining wet tears. she rosed letting out the last bit of anger and walked away. i looked at the clock which read 8:21. mother and i looked at each other. we continued dinner in silent...