Kye and Narrain (Continued)
She crumbles the plastic sheet in her hand as the door opens.
�Now you are saying the past is unimportant.� Kye says, taking a cr�me and pouring it into his coffee.
She knows the answer before she asks.
�You know that isn�t what I mean.�
He stops, eyes squinted in the partial darkness, hand still on the knob. She flips the switch and light floods the room. The question falls from her.
�That�s what you said.� Kye moves his hand in slow circles as he stirs.
His answers burn. The pain starts in the solor plexus.
�You need to learn and read between the lines sometimes.�
She can�t breathe. Can�t hear. Can�t think.
�Why, when the writing is on the wall?�
She feels something break inside.
�I don�t want to talk about it.�
His hands drop. �It doesn�t mean anything. I love you. You know I�ve never stopped loving you.�
�You brought it up.� Kye sips his coffee.
The plastic rips as she throws it violently towards him, tears not quite leaving her eyes.
�I know.�
She doesn�t know him at all.
�Why avoid it now? It�s like starting a fight that you have no intention on finishing.�
She stares at the stranger that shares her bed.
�Not everything is about fighting Kye.�
She could break him. She knows it, but she still can�t move.
�If you look at the history of mankind, man is confrontational by nature. Everything is a conflict, in one shape or another. Even this divorce is another type of fight. It always comes down to a fight. That is just human nature.�
She is held still by a weight stronger than even the wall which smashed her body and held her bleeding, left for dead.
�Our eggs are here.�
She is greatful for it.
�Good.�
Because she knows if she could start, she would not stop until she broke him beyond fixing.
�You know, first time we did this I expected you�d take your coffee black.�
�Bitter like life?� Kye says with a slight sidways smile, his brows arched.
Narain returns a half smile of her own. �Yeah, something like that.�