04 September 2013

Greta Garbo

She hears the sound of his movement and despises him for his very existence. How sad to have it come to this, that to be alone would be preferable, that his being has become an intrusion.

His footsteps sound across the floor and she waits them out. She should go and greet him, but she wishes him away. Alas, the steps grow closer. The door will open soon.

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