So take my hand, you're treading water and I feel sand slipping underneath my toes. Nobody knows where is it she goes when those sad eyes start to close. Nobody knows where is it she goes when those sad eyes close.
Luke returned to his apartment after finally coming face to face with Mel after all these years.
One thing was painfully clear. He still loved her.
He yanked his tie loose and unknotted it, letting it hang as he undid the top button on his work shirt, then the next. Making his way to the bar, he poured himself a scotch—no rocks.
Maybe he would never see her again. Maybe she had moved on and found someone else or maybe she hadn't. But he knew one thing—after the holidays he would have to end things with Lisa and that would be awkward around the office.
Of course, he would never ask her to leave her position, however he was good at his job as a trauma surgeon and also worked for a practice as a general practitioner. That was decided then. He would put in his notice at the practice and put out his resume to find a new practice to work for.
Sipping his scotch, Luke took a seat and rubbed his forehead. How could he still love her? Eight and a half years later it had only taken one look to know, even when he approached her and acted like a grade A dick.
He loved her, more now than he had when he was only 18 and met her for the first time or when he went down on bended knee to ask her to marry him. Everyday he loved her a little bit more, even if he had become a master at denying it.
The 31 year old doctor had also become a master at living without her, if you would call being a workaholic and having a complete lack of a social life mastery. So he would go on as he had before he thought he could move on from Mel. Working, attending family events solo and living day to day would be his life again.
And so would living with the obsession of answering the one question he felt he would never have an answer to.
Why did she do it?
Nobody knows where is it she goes when those sad eyes close.