The smell of leather and cologne was thick in the air, the grey light that filtered in through the French windows was eerie.
The uber expensive upholstery stood out and demanded attention.
The chair I rested my sorry arse in felt warm, I just wanted out, leave out the nuances and just walk away.
I sat across him, wondering what to say, my intentions were clear, his grey as ever.
He sat across me oblivious to my existence; my physical presence was just an aberration.
Ipad in his hand, he continued to look busy, till I realized he was playing darts on his idart app!!!!
Strange things have happened to me before, but this was as strange as they got.
No words were spoken, two souls, one tormented one distracted caught in a whirlpool of nothingness.
At the end of it all I just walked away, a year a quasi aberration was over.
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