Taking a drag that will sure intoxicate my lungs, I place the tip of the black permanent marker on my old and dirty wall that dare calls herself part of my room. As soon as the two of them connect the love making starts and they can not stop. He smoothly traces her as always and she lets him lie because it makes her feel alive. Sweet talking her, he tells her everything she wants to hear and she takes it all in as if it was the first and last time they will be together.
I want to interrupt because I know what she feels, yet I am trapped in the moment as much as she is. His words begin to convince me also, but since he is not talking to me I can sip my scotch and escape the trance he has forged and I take another drag. I hold him back and tell him to analyze the situation, the hurt he causes her, the fantasy that he builds and the tears that will come. She looks at me as begging for me to let him continue and they unite again. Their passion is greater than any energy I have ever experienced, so I am pulled back into their sick game. I hold him, he touches her whispering the perfect lines as she cries from mixed emotions that she allows to consume her. We can not stop. He is the criminal, she is the victim. I am the witness, the accomplice and the traitor that brings him back to her.
After half of the scotch is gone I tell him that I have to depart. I can not stop them but I can sure delay this madness that I have created. He begs for me not to let go, she becomes cold as ice and I grow weak. I drop him, she closes her eyes falling asleep with deep sadness. I light up another cigarette. Taking my glass, I lay down reading her over and over until I drift off to a dream, numb, empty and real.
