"And they were both lonely."
– Kapka Kassabova.
A sad woman who was normally cheery and talkative moved closer to a dark cell. There was a handsome man inside. His head was low; he was hunched, looking disorderly and defeated. The woman reminisced of the slightly pretentious yet lively man she had fallen for. When he looked up, she could see the rejection – and the hate and repulsion – in his eyes. Grieving pain rather than sadness brought tears to hers.
She realized at that moment she had lost him. Her pleas and reasoning fell on deaf ears and were answered with harsh words. She could still hear her own heart pounding, growing louder, due to nothing other than love.
The blood in her veins pumped faster at the fear that this would be the last time they talked, that he would never speak a word to her again.
He turned away, unwilling to look at her any longer, and she felt lost and despairing as she had never been. He muttered some more harshness as a farewell and she said farewell as well.
She left no trace of her visit, knowing he would not appreciate it, and moreover, she felt herself inexistent, without allies or loyalties.