NOT OVER YET!!!

to the sound it made and measuring its contents accordingly. He lifted the glass to his lips and took a sip, slightly awar

he almost empty glass of whiskey in his large hands, shaking his knees. The food he had painsta

into the sitting room and bypassed him at the bar, standing at the foot of the stairs. He watched her quietly not

tairs and he said, “wel

stairs, she flipped on the light switch and looked inte

romptu surgery”. He taunted, takin

een drinking”. She said dryly, nodding at the emp

hand at her and the stool beside

heels, then she stopped and turned to look a

y from him and took a large gulped, hissing at the burn she felt from her throat

whiskey should

sizeable quantity for her and she accepted it wi

touching, yet there was a huge breach between them

e off an excuse as to why you’re late

at her husband closely, studying his facial features, “My tes

with what she had just said, digesting it, dissecting it, as flawed as a drunk man could.

words. “Yes, yes, indeed, that was a very good way to get out my questioning. To claim you

rom the stool, she took the stairs and entered into the room to begin her night

ugh the cracks in the venetian blinds and a sleepy examination of her

eve

was HIV positive haunted her, and she pressed her fingers to her lips as she recalled what she told her husband last night. Then, with a sigh, she shook her head

that the spot her husband should have occupied lay empty and creaseless; she closed her ey

foot of the bed and she sleepily trudged into the bat

ical changes, I mean, she had HIV

nd a generous mouth, the lower lip was slightly fuller than the upper one, a sensuous detail, though she was unaware of it, which matched

g their fullness in peculiarly satisfying detail. She was reasonably attractive and still beautiful, she told herself half defensively, arguing against her mind that whispered she looked j

m, staring back at her with bloodshot eyes. He let out a groan of pain and he held onto his head, probably suffering from an intense migraine and hangover. She would have formerly rushe

d eyes walked into the bathroo

eyes they were, beneath heavy lids, familiarly piercing, she yearned to cup his jaw and ki

arriers, she now wondered if he remembered what she told him th

yesterday, I had made dinner”. Looking solemnly at her, Vanessa fel

, having decided to keep everything from him, “I am s

ors this past few days, I behaved like a teenager, keeping malice with you, I want us to put the past behind us, I don’t care if you

er eyes and she looked up, blinking them back, “Oh Dylan, I love you and I am sorry for keep

o his eyes directly, “Why can\t you baby, I love you more than life itself and I wanna build

me either, I need to be on my own, excuse me

Vanessa, talk t

e me alone”. She whispe

ered on his face and his jaw hardened and he withdrew from her and left her standing in