SCRIPT

She created fictional dialogues and possible questions that both could ask each other. She imagined gestures, looks, smiles that would try to be discreet, but end up drawing attention to their lips anyways. She imagined hugs, touches, and the spark they could start. But she forgot that for a screenplay to work, the other character also had to follow the script. She fell asleep with the laptop still on. The internet sometimes held more magic than the real life.

ALONE

She walked down the streets, while analysing her feelings. Months, she thought. It had been months and it still felt like she was just going through the first week. Was he still thinking about her? Did he miss her smell, their tight hug? She remembered when they used to laugh together in the car, or when they played under the duvet. She turned around. Wishing didn't bring people closer, and she figured that was the way she would be for a long time... alone.

SOZINHA

Andava pelas ruas, enquanto analisava o que sentia. Meses, pensou. Já havia passado por meses e ainda era como se atravessasse apenas a primeira semana. Será que ele ainda pensava nela? Será que sentia falta do cheiro, do abraço apertado? Lembrou de quando gargalhavam juntos no carro, ou quando brincavam embaixo das cobertas. Olhou para o lado. Desejar não trazia as pessoas para perto e percebeu que esse era o jeito como seguiria por um bom tempo. Sozinha.