THE ROOMS (Another Post-Valentine's Day Short Story)




The first time he saw her, they were in a room filled with ten or more women.
She was seated and had her back on him, her long hair hanging gloriously on her back, yet he knew her face stood out in that room. And he learned he was right when she glanced at his direction—and he saw her face.

Pretty, nay, sublime.

No conversation between them occurred.
He felt a tug at his heartstrings, but he quickly put it away.
A face like that can't possibly be single, he thought and strode out of the room.
He went home and swept her out of his mind.

The second time he saw her, it was after more than a year, they were in a room filled with six or more men. She was seated in front of him, across the table, her eyes staring at a floor beneath her— yet he knew she wished she was on another ground.

Pretty, nay, sublime.

 A conversation between them occurred.
He again felt a tug at his heartstrings, now stronger, but he quickly put it away.
A face like that would rather be busy with something else, he thought and strode out of the room.
He went home and tried to sweep her out of his mind.

The nth time he saw her, they were in a room filled with sullen thoughts. She was seated at the head of the table, the air was thick with uncertainness— yet he was certain with what was growing inside of him while he watched her fix her glasses.

Pretty, nay, sublime.

 A few conversation occurred between the two of them.
He again felt a tug at his heartstrings, a lot stronger this time, and he couldn’t put it away anymore.
A face like that deserves much more, he thought and strode out of the room.
He went home and found her stuck in the abyss of his mind.

The last time he saw her, which was just a few weeks ago, they were in a room filled with his sighs and longings, she was seated, stars sparkling in a night cloud just above her head, and he stood there, watching her mesmerize inside his dream. She was reading the book he had just gifted her with—yet he wished she’d read him more instead, and appreciate the words he had gathered in his heart just for her.

Pretty, nay, sublime.

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