Author's Notes: This is a companion piece to prompt #085. He - they're out of order because I thought they sat better this way.
085. She
Melancholy Truth
She came back.
He was surprised that his heart leapt the way it did when he saw her standing in the clinic and for one brief moment he thought she had come back for him. Then he saw what was in her hand. Scans and X-rays, files and papers. No, she hadn't come back for him. She wouldn't have those things in her hands if she had. She'd come to him…for help. For her husband.
He was surprised at the pain that caused. Hadn't she already caused him enough pain? Why did she have to come and cause more? But in the end he couldn't refuse her.
He wanted to love her…he did in some way. But not a good way. And she still loved him. But not in a good way. So they circled each other, taunted, teased, bantered, poked, prodded…until they ended up in his bed…again. He loved her that night. The action, not the feeling. He loved her but he didn't love her. He loved her but he hated her. He loved her but he let her go, sent her away, gave her up. To her husband.
And now she was gone. For good. Was that good? He loved her but he couldn't love her. She had once owned his heart, his soul, his body…his trust. But she'd broken them all. Left him in pieces, in pain. He loved her but he couldn't trust her. And she knew that.
So she left.