The Fault Line
"We will work things out!" he assured her.
She responded with a light smile.
It was a phrase she got used to, like a nun
repeating "Hail Mary" in a convent. She knew
it was a way of convincing himself that everything
would be okay, and he knew very well it was over.
Their fights began in the bedroom, then they spread
to everything they could sense around them.
Kisses, caresses, hugs.....were no more. Sometimes
she hugged her pet dog, so that she could remember
how being hugged felt like.
A fault line was slowly growing between them,
because each one of them was creating a world;
a world where the other's love wouldn't survive
at all.....
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