História We Don't Talk Anymore (Short Fic) - 01

She was lying down in the bed, remembering the past.

He was watching the view through the window, lost in thoughts.

His body fell into the bed, in the mattress, feeling the blanket that one day was warm because of her.

She looked to the right and discovered the space that was his space when they used to be together.

He took his phone out of his pocket, she disconnected hers of the charger.

Both opened in the same conversation.

“Hey! Good luck tonight! :)” [Send: Yes() No(x)]

He was attentive to those three points in the bottom of the screen.

She realized what she was doing and deleted the message from the text box.

The three points disappeared and carried away his hopes together.

She

She abandoned the bed and started to get dress to go meet her friends. She dressed a simple blue social shirt with dark blue shorts and a pair of black shoes. She looked her reflection in the mirror, did her hair and cleaned the mess that she did with the gloss.

He

He got up and got into the bathroom, washed his face and brushed his teeth. He was late as always after what happened.

Both

They locked their own apartments and left their buildings, him with his suitcase, and she with her bag.

Both not so sure if they were ready to the start of the day.

She got down stairs from the third floor and he took the elevator from the seventy floor. She was afraid of have to explain why they broke up. He was afraid to not understand her side on the end of the relationship.

The only thing that they was sure: they never had an intense and good relationship as they had with each other. And both had the fear that they would never have that feeling again.