“Do you ever wonder how somebody can just fall out of love like that?”
She was looking up at the cracked plaster of the ceiling as she spoke, tracing the thin, crooked lines with her eyes. Her lipstick was almost all bitten away and the fur on her coat was matted from the rain but she still looked like she’d stepped right out of hair and makeup; the dab of a brush, run a comb through disheveled locks and it’s lights, camera, action, the raising of the curtain on opening night.
“Can you go from feeling everything to feeling nothing? Or does that love become overwhelmed by annoyance, or anger, or something darker and much less talked about, that primal feeling in your gut which draws back your lips and lights fires in your eyes?”.