She spoke of chakras and meditation and was not how he remembered her at all. Was not how she used to be. She spoke of center, and peace, and natural highs. He wished she still dressed how she used to dress because he was selfish. She was better, in all good ways, and she was different in ways that should not matter, really.
They were having a good time, a good time. They laughed, and at the end of it there was a silence. She looked at him, and he at her. And after a moment he started laughing again.
"What?"
"I don't know, this is funny, it's... weird."
"What's weird?"
That a decade could go by and you could still be so beautiful. "Sitting here, looking at each other."
She continued smiling. "It's just a transfer of energy. It makes some people uncomfortable." Well, he wasn't going to be one of those people. So he held in his laugh and looked at her. He broke a little but regained composure. They were smiling, staring, feeling something, and then their smiles faded.
The lights felt darker. The room felt larger. He did not know how long they sat there. He wasn't sure what time it was when he walked her home. He didn't think about the time. He didn't think about whether or not to kiss her, he just did it. And when he called her again, and she said she had started seeing someone, he got good and drunk, and sat in front of his bedroom mirror, staring, laughing, feeling nothing.
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