Such humble persuasion.
“You are counting your chickens before they hatch. Again.”
“I know.” She gives a little shrug of her shoulders and tries to maintain an aura of indifference about her as she pops two cubes of sugar into her coffee. “I can’t quite place why, but I have this sudden urge to dump everything and just go to Sydney. Suddenly, I feel that all this can be made possible. Waking up to clear blue skies, hearing the gentle lapping of waves against the shore, sunlight streaming in and enveloping us in its warmth…”
“This is just a phase. Soon it will pass. You’re just enamoured by the attention, the praises, the kind words. It’s all gone into your head.” He does not look all too happy as his deep brown eyes bore into hers searchingly.
“I know.” She continues stirring her coffee with the strange calmness that descends upon a fishing village before a storm.
“You always say that.”
“Hmph.” For a second there, he likens her to a peacock neatly and meticulously re-arranging her feathers.
“But what if I don’t come back?” she asks, out of the blue.
“It hardly matters. I don’t exist.”
As if to prove so, he disappears into thin air.
Sighing, she turns to look at herself in the mirror and slowly, cautiously, permits a smile to her face. The sight that greets her in return twists her stomach into knots.
“I do look ugly when I smile.” Not merely an observation, but a confirmation.
She knows that it is not meant to be, but she turns around anyway, almost expecting an answer from him. Silence.
Another sigh. Life goes on.