A long silence.
And then —
the curtain moves.
My heart stops.
• • •
He’s there.
Right there.
On the other side of the glass.
Close enough that I can see his face clearly.
His eyes.
For one second — we just look at each other.
And I see it.
I see all of it.
I see that he knows.
I see that he heard every word.
I see that his heart is breaking along with mine.
But I also see that it doesn’t matter.
He looks at me for one long moment.
Something in his expression I can’t name.
Something that looks almost like —
He turns away.
Steps back from the window.
Gone.
The curtain falls back into place.
• • •
I stand there.
My hand still against the glass.
Still warm from mine.
Still wet from all the crying.
I don’t move for a long time.
