her arm is almost thrice as thick as his, but he still manages to clutch it. there is difficulty in her gait, but he slows down for her. the passing people gawk, first at her, then at him, then at both of them, but he ignores it. they just don't understand. they just don't see what's inside of her. they just don't see through all those layers of flab.
they stop by the entrance to the rest rooms. she hands him her bag, and she enters. he stands in the corner and waits.
the mall today is filled with beautiful people. before his eyes pass skinny girls in skinny jeans, walking pond's commercials, photocopies of the FHM girls he used to masturbate to. it makes him dizzy. it makes him doubt.
she emerges from the rest room smiling. he smiles back. he hands her her bag, and he clutches her arm once again. they continue their stroll. but this time, he walks a little bit faster.
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if you're wondering, this was inspired by an actual couple more or less fitting the description above that i once saw strolling in a mall while i was sitting down at a cafe :) i had my pencil and notebook with me, so i took that as a chance for a writing exercise hehehe
understandable ba? comments highly appreciated :)
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
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