and then she said...

She got up from bed. Stretched, washed, dressed up, ate sth quickly then got out. Caught a taxi. Went to work or whenever. Did what she was supposed to do. Left the office later on. Walked around. Spent some time browsing. Met with friends. Had a cup of coffee. Talked & laughed. Back home. Took a shower. Ate sth light. Watched some tv. Surfed on the net. Put some make up. Dressed nice. The bell rang. She answered "coming down in just a second". It took her ten minutes but she came down at last. She smiled at him. They went out. Had a great time. Cool, relaxed, smooth. He was sweet. He is sweet. Night was still young. So they danced, they flirted, even touched each other accidentally. It was high time they drove back. At the door, a hug. Maybe a kiss. [now there might be alternative endings but, emotionally speaking,I cannot afford to think about them all]. Goodnight. She closed the door. Put some music on. Undressed. Put away the eye lenses. Turned off the light. Left the lava lamp open. It was a gift. One of many... She took a look around. His things were still there. Not this guy's things. Another one's. Long story. T-shirts, cd's, dvd's, clothes, gadgets, shoes, lots of stuff. She held his military id tag tight upon her chest. Silent sighs. Knobs. Why can't she be happy after all?
And then she said: "Is it always going to hurt like that?"
And he'd say... "I don't want us to find out". But he wasn't there. So she never heard these words. And they both fell asleep alone.
It was not a good night. It was a night like any other...