There was nothing out of the ordinary on that last walk together. Perhaps the Sun was a little brighter than usual, and made everything, including the truth about us a bit too clear to overlook any longer. It was a little sad, but not so terrible because we both already knew. We had tried our best for quite a while, but then just began to pretend. That had become our life. But that time was now over, and there wasn't much left to say- just some wishes that this or that had been done differently, but as for the outcome, that we didn't dwell upon or try to change. For the most part we hadn't really struggled. We'd just grown more and more empty. In some ways we were both victims of modern life. Always racing off because of some absolutely critical deadline, never feeling that there was enough time for what we really wanted. And when there was finally a moment or two together, feeling somehow at a loss, not quite knowing what to do after doing the only thing that still came naturally.
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