‘Never said’, she answered with calm. 'Never said, words you have never said, baby'.

I was waiting for my cup of coffee instead of paying her attention; my mind was out of the world, far, too far.

The window seemed to be a dark hole with fog and my glance was lost toward it.
Yesterday I had to go to the Newspaper’s offices; my publisher wanted me to write another piece for that new magazine is just starting. ‘I don’t know Marcus’, I told him and he looked at me so confused.
‘What’s wrong with you, ah?! You’ve been the best writer I ever had and now I really need you to cover this important story and you just say ‘I don’t know, Marcus’?, it’s unbelievable!', he grumbled.

I downed my head… I was about to cry but I held my tears. Marcus did trust me and my job, my capability to make the things up and now I was betraying him… I couldn’t be doing that! It was against me, also.

My mind went back to the living room where she and I were standing at. Camila was wearing a black dress which perfectly showed her marvelous figure; she was drinking a glass of wine, red wine, remaining seated in the white-skin sofa. The scene was quite fancy but divine!

She started to complain about me being ‘somewhere else’, at least, my head!
‘You never care about my stuff; and the worst thing is that it doesn’t make me angry but it disappoints me at all! I never know what you are always thinking and I do want to know if, at least, you have a little interest on me! You say you love me… but I feel you so far away from me… What do I have to do? What do I do to feel you really ‘love’ me, honey?!'

I knew she wasn’t playing about. All this time along I have been in my own world never knowing the reasons if I already had her. She’s right if she complains. I don’t have words enough to confront her point and claims. I do really love her or… do I not? She is always trying her best even though she had her own fears as usual when somebody has betrayed you. She always impresses me, what else could I have asked for? I’m a fool, selfish person!

It was a long breathe in a long silence. The room turned so cold and tense. Camila’s eyes were full of tears and stuck in mine. My head and mind had been lost again and yes, one more time I had made her felt down. I couldn’t say a word, stupidly, as always. I was losing her, I surely was. Little by little I was feeling her too apart. I couldn’t even stop her.

She gave me her last disappointed glance and rushed the last wine’s swallow toward her beautiful and soft lips… and slightly left the glass over the wood’s table, took her white-long coat and put it on, opened the door and walked away. She walked away while I just could keep looking at her, looking how she was leaving home, leaving me.