IF THREE WORDS COULD SAVE YOU I'D ONLY SPEAK TWO

he turned over this morning and without ado, went at it. no preliminary and no kisses - an excellent way to make a girl feel like a whore. finished, he gets up and leaves the room. laying there like a disjointed doll, she waits and waits. he doesn't return. she gets up, gets some water, and walks past him sleeping(?) on the couch. "the harm has been done," she wants to tell him. "It's your bed, after all." off and on, she sleeps. it rains. how cliche, she thinks, and falls asleep again. at some point, she gets up, and gets dressed. they go to waffle house. it contiues to rain, drizzle, rain, be gray. they talk unevenly about everything and nothing, an inane conversation. they get back to his apartment and he gets a call. he has to go. she leaves, he leaves, and she never calls him again.