She’d run the fingers of her right hand slowly down the window staring in his direction. She wanted to reach across the distance between their buildings to nurture him. She had never seen him looked so lonely, so overwhelmingly torn by the departure of a woman. For the past few years she had watched him from the safe distance of her bedroom window as he built a life with another woman. She had become emotionally attached to who she thought him to be, he who she had built in her dreams to be. He seemed not the typical guy. Especially so, in bed, where she watched them copulate time and again.
Those rainy days that he and his mate spent in bed switching from making love to ravages of the flesh, she stared at them in deep sighs of the soul. Tapping her bedroom window with her index finger saying to herself, “you are mine, and don’t even know it. But, why it hurts such that I’ve been here for so long and you haven’t even noticed my presence.”
Even the days when his floor-to-ceiling windows were opened wide and his mate accentuated pleasures of the self out to the world, he didn’t notice her watching them, watching him… even when staring dead straight in her direction. Sometimes she swore to have had a connection with him; to have caught a glimpse of interlocking eyesight. It wasn’t to be. He had little idea there was a world out there other than that with his mate.
These past few months however, he’s mopped around covered in obvious pain. He’s hurt more than at any other time since she began her distant intrusion of his life. Even the words she sent in his direction while leaning her forehead against the window didn’t reach him. Not one made it across the four lane street distance between her and his room. The wind blowing eastward deprived her consoling words from making it across the street. Her intentions washed away to nothing… diluted by the strength of the wind and opaqued by the noise of the city.
He sat awake each night until the early hours of the morning — just before the sun peaked out at the world — when it became time to walk his Rhodesian Ridgeback puppy. He would stand up, open the window, look east, west, but never north, he never looked north in her direction. He simply looked to the left, to the right and straight down as if hoping to see the figure of that woman entering his life again. From the distance, she resented that woman’s departure. She didn’t think it fair that he had to sit and agonize while his ex likely gallivanted the nights away.
One night, he had a terrifyingly difficult time finding peace. The usual spot that had provided him continuous soothing at the edge of his bed failed time and again to help him forget. He walked about the apartment fully clothed as if begging for the acceleration of time until time came to go for a walk. Unable to await the arrival of the sun, he grabbed the leash, the puppy and headed towards the front door. Upon opening the door, a note rested inside an envelope with a lili resting atop it.
His hopes flickered with excitement. For the time it took to smell the flower and open the note, his heart attacked him as if loved had struck his fancy. It wasn’t to be the case, the note read “If anything, I can make you forget. Look out your bedroom window. Not east, not west, not down, but straight ahead.” He was unmoved by the note. He closed the door behind him and walked towards the elevator. He pressed the down button but instead of releasing it, he kept it pressed looking down at the note and flower on his left hand. The elevator reached his floor, opened but, he didn’t go inside. He walked back to his apartment with a quicker glide than he used to get to the elevator. He opened his apartment door, unleashed little Ridge and walked straight to the his bedroom window.
Directly across from his window, on the very same floor in the facing building stood she. She wore a white silk robe down to mid thighs, opened straight down the middle fully exposing her. The burgundy belt hanging from her right shoulder. The slight drizzles did nothing to prevent the silence between them to hush. She looked at him with a warm smile. He at her as if he’d forgotten that not long ago he suffered mercifully. He slowly opened his window and stepped out to the ledge. She didn’t have the same luxury of meeting him at the ledge of her very own window. She could only watch him from behind her locked glass.
He looked at her for near eternity, so it seemed at least; fixated on the embrace of her smile. Even the beauty of her bare chest, stomach and femininity remained ignored. He simply looked at her smile, looked at her eyes, admire her hair curling down to the sides. She was audacious by removing the robe, letting it fall down to the floor informing him that she was his.
He looked up to the sky that had strengthened to a pour. Water running down his face, embracing the he meant to be embraced by her across the street. He removed all of his articles of clothing one by one, tossing them down to whatever whim the wind wished to cause upon them. She laughed, she got close to the window placing both her hands against the glass and driving them down as if touching his chest.
He too, laughed. He screamed out in her direction, elated in the finding, naked on a ledge. Then he stopped, smiled and simply stared at her. Rain covered him drop by drop, soaking his body with the very warmth he had forgotten existed.
She smiled, and with her finger drew a heart out of the condensation building against the window. He hadn’t a reaction. He simply watched… feeling the end of agony come to be.