Cascading into the darkness.
Three is a crowd. Someone will end up alone; as harsh as reality may seem. Someone takes your place, and then you fade away completely. You no longer even appear as a shadow.
Nothing. She felt nothing. The simplicity of the word was enabling her to regain a cover. A cover she couldn't bare to be unravelled. What she really wanted to ask of course was what really made that whole pot of nothing. Loneliness? Sadness? It was one big question. She was alone. Completely alone. Her best friend had found a new best friend. She didn't have the power to rise to the competition. However, if you were to say something like 'Poor old Gillian, she's all alone', that would have been enough to trigger her anger. She didn't want anyone to sympathise for the loneliness she had gained.
Wallowski. He kept falling back into her bed? His bed? Why? Not even Cal could answer that one. He knew that Gillian had a strong feeling against Wallowski, but she always forgave him. Always. She was his best friend. She made him happy. Happy is a simple word, yet its realistic. He just had one problem: he couldn't take his eyes of the ladies. He was a womaniser.
"Oi Gill, you seen Wallowski?", Cal asked briskly entering her office, shoving his hands in his pockets.
Why is it that Gill and Wallowski never fit well in a sentence together? That's not the worse case scenario. Imagine they were in a room together.
She shifted her gaze slightly. "No, I haven't. I didn't even know she was in the office", she replied diverting her gaze to land upon his. Such small words can lead to a thick atmosphere. Now, and only now could he see the truth behind those words.
He pointed his finger into her direction and glided his tongue across his top lip before replying, "You gotta stop doing that". She remained silent. Barriers up. Her cover was becoming tighter.
She couldn't stand times like these. She seen him studying her harder so he could regain a clearer read on her. He had nothing else. She was a good liar. Or maybe it wasn't that she was a good liar, maybe the words once written by himself were finally releasing a meaning, 'Let me be clear. I understand very little, least of all the people closest to me'. Their gazes broke swiftly as the door to her office swung open.
"Detective Wallowski here. She's waiting in your office", Loker said as he was playing with some new gadget in his hands. Cal sped up his pace as he began the route back to his office without a single word.
"Oh Lightman's in a bad mood.", Loker murmured to himself oblivious to the expression on Gillian Foster's face.
Everything was falling back into the same routine. She would have to forgive him, once again. She didn't have the strength to fight against him. Five hours left of the working day. Five hours left of Wallowski and Cal. Five hours left of working alone. All alone. Cal was oblivious to everything.
