There's something ephemeral about her, as if she could disappear at any moment. You sit with her sometimes, not even trying to make conversation, to make her notice the fact that you are right there, next to her. Those times are the easiest, because she's quiet too and you can pretend that she's all there, that nothing is wrong with this situation.
Other times she will throw fits, screaming and crying for a man who left her, who left both of you, years ago and took her mind with him at the same time and you want to grab her and shake her, to scream in her face that she needs to start living in the real world. You don't though, because you kn
There's something ephemeral about her, as if she could disappear at any moment. You sit with her sometimes, not even trying to make conversation, to make her notice the fact that you are right there, next to her. Those times are the easiest, because she's quiet too and you can pretend that she's all there, that nothing is wrong with this situation.
Other times she will throw fits, screaming and crying for a man who left her, who left both of you, years ago and took her mind with him at the same time and you want to grab her and shake her, to scream in her face that she needs to start living in the real world. You don't though, because you kn