Lissy Lock looked at the slightly messy boat, her head bowed.
John Fame, it's too late, it's really too late...
If he had told her those words of love and those sincere apologies sooner, she would have surely softened her heart.
After all, she had loved him so deeply.
But now, love had lost its reckless abandon, ceased to be fearless and all-engulfing.
When love festers into wounds, it recedes.
Lissy Lock heard his footsteps, slow and heavy as he walked away. Then, after the sound of the room door, the room... regained its silence instantaneously.
John Fame had left.
Lissy Lock stood rigidly in place, staying like that for a long time.
Not until she felt that John Fame had walked far away, when everyone had fallen asleep and no one could hear her suppressed cries.
Lissy Lock slowly squatted down, her back against the boat, burying her face in her knees.
She bit her lips tightly, allowing the tears to fall freely, while choking back her sobs.
