Thursday Then Monday

It was obvious from the moment I saw him, something was wrong.

Clearly things were not going to go our way.

Plain and simple.

It was suddenly apparent that she knew.

Evidently I had missed a scene.

With a general disregard he walked away.

The weight of the unsaid words was palpable.

The sound of her anguish was distant but distinct.

When he returned the glimmer in his eye made it clear his decision was definite.

If he knew he was going to lose, it was with a blatant disregard for the consequences.

Moments later, she stood in the doorway and made a single overt gesture.

Her emotional reaction was clearly a glaring oversight on my part.

He told her there was nothing she could do, which was a barefaced lie.

I thought I had made myself explicitly clear when I explained things, but something had been lost in translation.

I had always prided myself on being transparent, now I wished I was invisible.

The next day at work their absence was conspicuous.

When I saw him again, there was undisguised hatred in his eyes.

When I saw her again, the tears had streaked her face with makeup, her anguish was unmistakable.

The tremor in his hands when he gave me the letter was barely noticeable.

The remnants of our friendship was barely perceptible.

Her churning emotions were visible in the way she grabbed at him in the parking lot.

The loss for everyone was recognisable but it was too late, the damage had been done.

The entire charade was manifest.