She sits across from him. Their knees almost touch, but like shy school kids they pull away from even the most innocent of connections nowadays. They know each other well, after all these years, but as he looks at her all he can see is the reflection of the world she has been absorbed into. This small glassy image in eyes he used to see galaxies in. He cannot see her anymore, not like before, not truly. 
He sits across from her, and wonders how they ended up like this.