Its Not Fine Romane & Geschichten

This is not going to go down well. ------------------

Not yet. Not ever.

Not anything else. Nothing else.

Not for this. Not anymore.

he murmured, his voice a dry whisper. She walked to his bedside and perched on the edge of the chair, trying not to let the tremor in her chest show on her face. She reached forward and brushed a strand of hair from his forehead. His skin was warm, too warm. “Still working on that napping world record?” she teased gently. “Think I’m winning,” he murmured, eyes drifting shut again. She sat with him for a while, just watching him breathe. Twenty-two shouldn’t look like this. Twenty-two should mean football bruises and late-night gaming. But Kyle, her little brother in every way that mattered, was fragile now. Diminished.

This was not over. Not even close.

This was not over. Not even close.

It was dated three days earlier and the foot read, “Waiting for a fucking tsunami to wash away all this shit.” Jim frowned. Silvia, using fucking? That was odd. Not that she was exactly a Disney princess, but she never cursed on her social posts. Surely she was having some trouble at work, or she’d had a fight with her lover. The second day without any news from her surprised him even more, but he found nothing new on her social networks. By the third day, his mood fluctuated between concerned and annoyed, especially because he’d done his best with his last post, and he was sure she wouldn’t resist the temptation to reply.

Not any of it. Just her.

"It doesn’t suit you." Too late.