We were sitting in a
booth opposite each other. My hands were on the table, palms down. She reached
out and laid her hands over my own.
She looked at me,
and was talking about how badly she felt. She told me that the reason it didn't
work out was because she had some condition-- something about her eyes.
She took off her
glasses so I could see. Her eyes were... animated almost. Their shape was fluid
and fluctuating. It was almost as if I was staring into two black holes and
couldn't quite focus on the irises, which sucked in all the light.
A few tears gently
rolled down her cheeks. Her mouth moved but I don't remember the words. Small
smiles were exchanged but inside I saw terror. I felt it too.
I don't remember
feeling her hands on my hands. All I remember is looking down and being aware
of their presence without the sensation.
It was like talking
to a ghost.
