Ada Crass

Thwarted Hearts

A building across the street, third floor, a window; the shadow behind the curtains is watching him – his every single move, every single day. He knows she is standing there, hoping he’ll see her, notice her, anything; but he never does – he knows she is there.

He knows I’m here watching him, she thinks, with her eyes riveted to the black-attired figure across the street, waiting for the lights to change… Now he walks nonchalantly, like he doesn’t care… or couldn’t care less, which is worse, for that just shows that he knows,and he means it. She doesn’t move, even when he’s long gone. Continue here