It was in his presence that her smile fades. He has no expectations—no preset notion of the hyper woman. He doesn’t ask how she came to live the façade—only appreciates a companion in his morose world.
They always drank silently in his office—the blinds shut—the lights out.
Then his brother dies.
It’s in his presence that her face wanes. He expects her to be his light —locked into the caring woman. He forgets about her façade—only wants her to destroy his morose world.
They always drink after exhausting sex—the curtains drawn—the lights out.