That is the void in her life.
Deep, endless debauchery.
The elevator closed and, in her mind, she saw them grabbed each other. She saw her back pressed against the railing; his palm pressed against the wall. She saw his arm around her waist; hers around his nape, holding a notebook.
Classes have ended and, in her mind, she saw them – her lover and his past lover – disappeared.
She saw things that happened many years ago. On a sofa in the living room, in the car, on a piece of cloth, in the open air, under the stars, against the tree and wall, every time they were together. She saw his hips against hers, their bodies coiled and inseparable and buried in anticipation and ultimate fire.
Unable to bear the torment, she grabbed her laptop
and wrote the things she saw
many, many years ago. (To be continued)
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