the-slowknife asked: Remember me
Bruce jammed his hands into his pockets, staring at the woman looking out the window at the rain. Her eyes tracked the steady drip of the water falling from the sky, and Bruce wavered. He could leave, now. She did not know him anyway. Her eyes flicked to focus on him, confusion evident.
“Talia.” His voice was heavy and sad as he stared at her. She looked back at him, blinking. “You… you don’t know me. You used to. But something happened.”
“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” she responded, looking back out at the rain again.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
“We spent a night together,” Bruce protested. Talia looked at him, her brow furrowing. “You, me, by a fireplace. We were together. It was perfect.”
It was the closest he had come to recapturing what he had with Rachel.
The rain turned to a downpour as Talia smiled up at him, her eyes blank. There was none of the hatred that Bruce had seen last.
“I’m sorry, sir,” she said, looking out the window. “I know who I’ve been with at night, and it was never you.”
Bruce left the asylum and pulled his jacket tight around him.
Talia would never remember him.