The walls of my weary heart were trembling like they had never before. The fragrance of regret lied between us as I watched you calmly, completely disregarding what you had said just before. Inside, I felt like I was slowly watching you give up, while your inside suffered from a slow intoxication of your own feelings.
This was the last day of our depressing trip, and on our way home we sat next to each other on the bus. You were sleeping with you head leaned against the window, while I thought of ways to make you live again.