In that space and that time, just the black and white fellow standing across each other as if there was no air blowing through, he stared into her eyes for as long he wanted and she didn't tear her gaze from his.
"She has a boyfriend," he uttered at last which was half of the truth, he couldn't possibly tell her about his addiction that was bothering him now.
"I'm sorry," Kathryn lowered her head thinking he knew about his wife. "I guess that's why you are this way," she began swinging his hand, catching 100% of his attention. He settled his eyes on her and just couldn't think about anything but her and then, he felt happy again.
"Aren't you going home? You have a boyfriend now," He asked but didn't grab his hand.
"Yes, I have a boyfriend but...I thought having a boyfriend will feel and exist different but only the name of the relationship we share changed. I don't feel like I have a boyfriend."
"That's because you are in love with someone else."
