He touched her face.
His hand familiar but strange.
She wanted to remember, she wanted to know him.
She screamed inside. Hurt building up. She wanted to know him.
Wanted to remember all the times that he had placed his hand on her face previously, but the memories wouldn’t come.
His brown eyes bore into her own. As if he was trying to search inside for her. Trying to bring her back to him.
But she was lost. He knew that. She was never coming back.
He ripped his eyes away so that she would not see the pain growing deep inside of him.
Staring at the wall, memories of their life together fought their way into his head. He tried to fight the off, but they continued to come, refusing to let up.
A memory of the first time he had seen her crept inside.
A vision of pure and innocent beauty. She didn’t know he was watching her. She wore all black, as if she was in mourning. Her glasses struggling to stay up right. Every now and then she pushed them back up her face. Grimacing at the annoyance of having to do so.
She was so engrossed in her work, that she didn’t look up when her colleague asked her if she was coming out to lunch. So lost in whatever she was doing that the outside world could’ve crumbled and she would have been oblivious to it all.
He had wanted to approach her, to tell her that she was the most intriguing woman that he had ever seen. That he wanted to get to know her. That he had felt a connection to her. But he was too scared. Scared of the rejection he knew he would receive.
It would take a year before he uttered his first words to her. A year of unnecessary trips to her office, meetings about nothing, just so he could see her smile, see her wrinkle up her face in frustration.
“No,” he shouted balling up his fist, pushing the memory away.
Surprise washed over her face as he realised he had said this out loud.
She searched his face, looking for answers to her unspoken questions.
He suddenly felt claustrophobic, like he couldn’t breathe. He had to get out of there. He had to leave. He sprung up from his chair and left the room.
He ran down the corridor, dodging members of staff and other patients on his journey. His breath tight in his chest.
Reaching the end of the corridor, he sunk to the floor.
She really was gone. She was never coming back to him.
His heart began to break, hot tears sprang from his eyes and he sobbed deeply.
She was never coming back.