He left the bed and walked over to the couch, naked. She leaned on the back of the couch as she watched his slow, graceful movements. They sipped their red wine and smoked a joint, building their friendship through strings of stories and emotions. He picked up his guitar and sung songs of heartbreak and yearning. She closed her eyes as she listened to his low, rough voice speak of true stories. Opening her eyes, she watched the subtle movements of his back muscles move with the strumming of his guitar. She watched him carefully, as he laid the guitar back down and slipped back into bed. She laid her head on his outstretched arm as she carefully placed her hand over his heart and dwelled in the silence within the apartment.
She woke up to the soft sunlight which leaked in from the tops of the dark curtains. She turned to face him and studied his face; he had his long brown eyelashes, a crooked nose and small lips. The sound of breathing filled the room as he began to stir; his eyelids opened to reveal those bright blue eyes. Awake, but groggy,he immediately pulled her in towards him with one arm and he traced her hip bone with his finger. She placed one hand on his chest as she pressed her lips against his--no words were exchanged. She felt him grow and their hands fell to all the right places as they continued to kiss.
They walked to the couch and sat down as they conversed over minute things. He lit a cigarette and she watched the white smoke hover in the air, slowly moving towards her. He took another drag and offered it to her. She took it willingly and she parted her lips for a quick drag. Again, silence filled the room as they communicated through stares, touches and smiles.
It was a beautiful tragedy.