January 13th, 2012

.The room was bare beside the couch and coffee table in the middle. A large TV was on the wall across for veiwing pleasure, but the clear plastic on the end of the power cord was a testiment to how much it saw use. The couch was nice. As was the coffee table. The immaculate white paint covering every wall off the house was flawless. Quiet silence had it's fingers coiled around the house. It's pressence was everywhere. There wasn't music. Just the sound of something being cooked and oil crackling. The tall and fit man that stood over the skillet at his stove was the only thing in the house that didn't look like an eerie still life painting. A scar ran from his eye down to his jawline, breaking off midway to slice through his lips and down to his chin maliciously. the main scar was large. But seemed to have been treated soon enough to keep from serious damage. His light, almost sky blue, stared into the pan. His movements were not slow, but heavy. Every muscle in his body tense. A darkness was held behind those eyes. Something that gave purpose to the silence that gripped the house. He was wearing an undershirt and pajamas. The food was finished quickly, and gave an intoxicating smell. He made the table for two and put everything away. This man with heavy motions was able to clean the kitchen quickly and get dressed. He changed into a nice suit. His path took him beyind the stove and down the hallway to his room. The closet had three sets of clothes. And below those was a large case. Wearing the fine suit, he lit a single long red candle at the table. The flames danced across the room and his eyes stared at them for at least a minute. Then he saw the person he was waiting for. He walked back through the kitchen and through the door opposite the stove. The girl behind the glass gave him a gentle smile, which he returned before opening the door. They chatted. It was a pleasant conversation. Then he kissed her. She kissed him back. They stood in each other's embraces as if they were lovers who hadn't seen each other for years. Then it broke and he chuckled, mentioning how the food must be getting cold. They sat down but she didn't eat. Only he did. They chatted more, but he didn't mention her not eating. It went on like that for an hour. He caught her up on what had been happening over the past year. Said things were the same as when she left. He was still a contractor. And there was no one else in his life so far. She laughed and made a few jokes. he laughed also. It was a warm, friendly conversation. Finally she stood up and he walked her out. She walked out into the driveway and was gone. He took a deep breath and closed her eyes. When he opened them again he looked back at the dining table.
"... 23 years to the day... Feels like your still here..."