Her dress was as red as her lips, a vision of fire inconsumable. As she approached, her smell filled him, lighting the fireworks amongst his synapses till the smoke made rational thought impossible. She had never looked more beautiful. He watched as she passed him by without so much as a word or glance in his direction. Only the sound of her heels lingered, typing passages upon the tile of the hallway as she disappeared around the corner.
She was right after all. He wasn’t there for her. Certainly not anymore.