“I know you don’t love me now, ” Marla said in her weak and broken voice, ‘ But will you ever love me?”
Alan looked into his soup. It wasn’t anything special, as Marla was nothing special.
So he ponders; should he buy time with a waiver or should he be honest…?
“No…” he said softly, then raised his eyes, “I don’t think so…”
Marla stared into his face. He saw her lips quiver, her head begin to bob, and the tears loading up in her eyes.
If he lied, tossed one of those ambiguities, then she would smile. But it had gone on far too long.
Marla was no more than a ‘place holder’. A woman to fit into the ‘girlfriend’ box until someone else came along.
Marla moved away from him and began to pack her things.
Alan wanted to mutter, ‘you can stay…’ but he didn’t want her to stay.