He lays the flock of stapled papers down on the table and drinks long from his cup of coffee. articulate, choosing words slowly.
"Well, it's magnificent, of course. I wouldn't expect less from you."
"You think so? I was just worried it was recycled, a boring story eating up too many words."
"No, not at all." He stares at a crack in the plastic, silent. It's not what I was expecting.
"What is it? I want your honest opinion."
"It's breathtaking. I just, it hurts to read. And I want to know so many more things.. what caused them to hate each other so much. What caused all that resentment? What happened?"
"Everything and nothing, that was the problem. There wasn't an exact break but thousands of little cracks. His distance ruined her and her desperate clinging disgusted him. Nothing happened and everything did, they just lost each other."
"But is that possible, for two people to fall out of such deep love? And if he did, why did he follow her that night?"
"He loved her"
"I don't think so, I think she was all he knew."
"Of course he loved her. But sometimes loving someone isn't enough."
"Would things have changed even if he had caught her?"
"Maybe, maybe not."
"It seems they were doomed."
"Everyone in love is."