...emotional crap...

Once more, she was looking out the window. This time she was looking the airplanes getting ready to land. He was talking on the other end of theline, miles and miles away. She was mad at him for something unreasonably stupid, but she could't help herself. She was a possesive woman. An over-possesive one to be honest, and she wanted what was hers, to stay hers. Or something that was about her, to only BE about her.

...a night in the past...

She was standing in front of the window, staring at the sky. Her thoughts were a mess. The confusion frustrated her, but she had to stay calm and not give anything away. He must never know how she really felt. What she was really thinking. She wouldn’t be able to face him or the truth. The pain was still there, below the surface, not showing. Apart from a few seconds of glimpses that she wished, with all the heart, he didn’t notice. He was lying on the bed, talking. She tried to tune him out. He stopped.

...complete...

It has been 5 months since they’ve been back together and they were still trying not to mess it up. It was, after all, their second and probably last chance at a happy ending together. It was a karmic relationship, that noone understood, but everyone knew they were two halves of the same whole.