REGRET ME. WIM watches david. -April 18th, 2006-
He looks down across the bed. Her smile now trying to hide the uncomfortable feel in the air where passion just was. His eyes lower, not in shame but more so disapointment, would one minute more in that bed have changed anything, he'll never know. He now focuses on his shirt. Something told him to make it today, REGRET ME, in big letters across the front. Does she notice the irony of this? Does she regret him? the moment they shared? the way he feels? or does she not notice. He smiles, its getting late and his welcome is fading quicker than the fires that had burnt in this room meer monments ago...
He looks down across the bed. Her smile now trying to hide the uncomfortable feel in the air where passion just was. His eyes lower, not in shame but more so disapointment, would one minute more in that bed have changed anything, he'll never know. He now focuses on his shirt. Something told him to make it today, REGRET ME, in big letters across the front. Does she notice the irony of this? Does she regret him? the moment they shared? the way he feels? or does she not notice. He smiles, its getting late and his welcome is fading quicker than the fires that had burnt in this room meer monments ago...