Vacation

They were from different worlds. They couldn't - shouldn't - love each other. Yet when she uttered the words I care about you, he responded: I care about you too.

But he didn't mean it that way. She didn't know what way he actually meant it. It was purely a relationship of convenience, that was all. All turmoil and fabrication, but she allowed the cloth to fall over her eyes and willingly headed into darkness.

He was considerate, she gave him that. She was often brash and rude, but he accepted her rebukes with grace. He didn't deserve that. He was only ever accommodating. They were not similar, that was all. It was pleasure and pain; passion was never worth anything.