He shared his usual thoughts to her in the car. Why the world suddenly changed, why the stock market is falling, or why the recession won't be felt too much in a few months. She listened to his stories, and she suddenly had a thought: "How come he doesn't talk much about himself?" This talk seems to be pre-recorded somehow.
"So what are your plans this New Year?" She asks. He glanced at her for a moment. He told her he's got work to do during the first week of January and how big the event's going to be. He's got parties to attend to and he's planning on having a reunion with highschool batchmates. He continued on his conversations regarding company revenues as she answers with nods, "yes's" and "really's". To her, these aren't what she wanted to hear. She heaved a heavy sigh and continued to watch the cars and people pass by... wishing that the car wasn't too tinted that they will see how she desperately wants to get out of the situation.
Deep in thought, she wondered how long they've known each other. She could only grasp a few moments where they talked about what they wanted to do in the future. How he plans to share a future with someone, nudging the "someone" to her. Still, all were plans written on sand. She looked at him again and thought of how much she wanted to love him but couldn't find the reason why she should.
"I don't want to waste my time on someone who doesn't want to waste his time on me."
The ride ended and they finally got to her place. He leaned in for a kiss and she closed her eyes. His lips was soft, but his kiss was strong. If it's answers she's looking for, she finally found it. The kiss, though sweet and sincere, felt empty all through out. She saw his dreams in her mind as she let the kiss go deeper and found that the dreams were incomplete... She wasn't in it.
She felt him wanting more and she slowly pulled away. Her forced smile was gone and she looked at him straight in the eyes. He leaned in for another kiss but gently pushed him away.
She was hoping that slowly tears will form in her eyes but she remembered that there wasn't any reason to cry at all. Those few moments she lingered, she opened the door, placed a hand on his cheeks, gave a sad smile and said,
"I'm sorry... this will never work. Goodbye."
His face distorted with confusion as she gently closed the car door behind her.
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