Oracle 3: Just Open Your Freaking Eyes and You'll See
"Have a good life." Just four soft, quiet, emotionless words. That's all he said when she went to see him for the last time and to return his key. No Babe. No Stephanie. No soul-melting open-your-eyes-now-and-see-my-love-please kiss. If she were to be honest with herself, she would admit that she's been feeling lost and empty ever since the moment she stepped out of his serene 7th floor apartment door in heartbroken tears. But, alas, she 's the indisputable Queen of Denial. So she just crawled back immediately into the familiar bed of the other man in her life, and tried all her best to forget the pair of beautifully cool midnight dark brown Cuban eyes in hot steaming Italian animal sex.
A noble priority. That's all she means to him. He didn't drop everything and fly to Hawaii when she called because he loves her. He didn't engage himself in that stupid fist fight in the hotel because he loves her. He never once stops her from returning to her extremely unhealthy fiasco of a relationship because he NEVER loves her. She's nothing to him. She's nothing but a fucking noble priority. She wipes away those angry tears blocking her view but they stubbornly keep on coming. She sniffs and keeps on walking. She looks ahead and doesn't see anything.
The big orange dog turns its head and wiggles its tail. The man in the sleek black Porsche parked in a dark lane gets out of the car and comes over across the street silently.