The man on the tube (his view)
There she sat opposite me, soft, young - late twenties, maybe - long dark hair, slightly unkempt, with an exquisite beauty, except you could see that she didn't believe in herself, that she felt somehow ugly.
What was going on behind those beautiful dark green eyes? Eyes that looked for all-the-world as though they might cry any moment, like they were brimming, the tears just holding off for a few more moments.
She was frail too, a frailty defined by her bones, her contours, the skin she'd chewed, and was chewing now, from round her delicate, slender, fingers. Thin, yet not too thin, she wore a plain skirt the pleat of which rested tastefully halfway down her thigh, with the most lovely legs. Her feet, encased in stylish leather boots with turned over flaps that came over her calf muscles, were turned in to face each other, locking the world out and her fears in.
I wanted to tap her, no to grab her, shake her and say, ' don't be afraid. I was like you once. Life's too short to spend so much time being nervous and afraid', but I knew that would frighten her more so with sadness beating its heavy drum in my heart I moved off and continued about my business, growing a bit older with each footstep.
The woman on the tube (her view)
It doesn't make sense. We were happy, I know we were. I invested so much in this relationship I can't just let it go... no, no, don't cry, not here, not in front of all these people... got to.. got to keep it together... but why? I just want to know why? I know there was another woman, I could forgive that... I could learn to live with it, if it was just sex, OK, but it was us, why throw away what we both worked so hard to build? And now what? Tonight? An empty flat, an empty bed? No one to watch telly with, no one to cook with, no one to laugh and cry with? Oh, God, I will be on my own, crying on my own? Just the thought terrifies me... no one to reach out to, no one to hold on to, to break my fall.
Was it inevitable? We always used to say how we'd conquered our fears, how nothing could stop us, how we were the ultimate team. And I believed her as I lay in her arms. I never thought this would happen. Never. It's just not fair... life, are you listening? Do you hear me life? You've let me down? I had faith in you.. .in her. and now what? Rejected, that's what... Rejected by Rachel, rejected by my parents, rejected by most of my old school friends... and rejected by you... life.. I just want to scream, to cry and scream and rant and... oh God, I'm so tired. I wish that man would stop looking at me like he's my father... what's up freak, never seen a lesbian before? Oh thank goodness, he's going... why did she have to go?
There she sat opposite me, soft, young - late twenties, maybe - long dark hair, slightly unkempt, with an exquisite beauty, except you could see that she didn't believe in herself, that she felt somehow ugly.
What was going on behind those beautiful dark green eyes? Eyes that looked for all-the-world as though they might cry any moment, like they were brimming, the tears just holding off for a few more moments.
She was frail too, a frailty defined by her bones, her contours, the skin she'd chewed, and was chewing now, from round her delicate, slender, fingers. Thin, yet not too thin, she wore a plain skirt the pleat of which rested tastefully halfway down her thigh, with the most lovely legs. Her feet, encased in stylish leather boots with turned over flaps that came over her calf muscles, were turned in to face each other, locking the world out and her fears in.
I wanted to tap her, no to grab her, shake her and say, ' don't be afraid. I was like you once. Life's too short to spend so much time being nervous and afraid', but I knew that would frighten her more so with sadness beating its heavy drum in my heart I moved off and continued about my business, growing a bit older with each footstep.
The woman on the tube (her view)
It doesn't make sense. We were happy, I know we were. I invested so much in this relationship I can't just let it go... no, no, don't cry, not here, not in front of all these people... got to.. got to keep it together... but why? I just want to know why? I know there was another woman, I could forgive that... I could learn to live with it, if it was just sex, OK, but it was us, why throw away what we both worked so hard to build? And now what? Tonight? An empty flat, an empty bed? No one to watch telly with, no one to cook with, no one to laugh and cry with? Oh, God, I will be on my own, crying on my own? Just the thought terrifies me... no one to reach out to, no one to hold on to, to break my fall.
Was it inevitable? We always used to say how we'd conquered our fears, how nothing could stop us, how we were the ultimate team. And I believed her as I lay in her arms. I never thought this would happen. Never. It's just not fair... life, are you listening? Do you hear me life? You've let me down? I had faith in you.. .in her. and now what? Rejected, that's what... Rejected by Rachel, rejected by my parents, rejected by most of my old school friends... and rejected by you... life.. I just want to scream, to cry and scream and rant and... oh God, I'm so tired. I wish that man would stop looking at me like he's my father... what's up freak, never seen a lesbian before? Oh thank goodness, he's going... why did she have to go?
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