“See, look at them, he’s a friend of mine. She’s beautiful, rich, she supports him, she would make his every fantasy come true. Now that is a true woman.”
As he was pronouncing the words the time stopped for her. Suddenly she was holding the hand of a stranger.
As she took away her hand from his hand it felt like a thousand veils falling from her eyes.
Oh, how she loved him… But he was not the same man anymore. It felt as if the sweet lover she used to know had vanished from the face of Earth.
Struggling to keep the tears behind her eyes and not to burst she stopped and made a first step away from him.
“What’s wrong? Another scene? You and your scenes, I’m sick and tired of your reactions!”
Eyes full of grief she turned away and left him in the middle of the street.
Rain kept falling from the sky as if the sky itself would have mourned for her soul.
She stopped in front of the newspapers booth. On the front page a black and white picture of a smiling woman :
“You are perfect and you need noone to prove it!”