Just Words...

his skin is pale in the dark room lit only by the blue numbered lights. who was once an intimidating, stark figure, strong and proud, within moments, diminished into hunks of flesh and emotion. she lays there, frigid, cold to the touch, unable to speak because feelings are now foreign and unwanted. she can't embrace, he won't believe it or feel it. her deliberate solitude has made her this way and his wounded heart makes a mess she tries to ignore. she does feel it, deep inside. the guilt of being selfish. but now she has accepted it and let it become the rule. he will awake next to her, miles apart, covered in sweat. he thinks she sleeps soundly, unaware of his struggle. but it wakes her, the notion of emotional fiber breaking down. she is awake and waiting for it to pass so that in the morning, when it is time, she can pretend she's the same person he once knew.