Love

She sat at the table, head in her hands, the tears flowing freely.

She couldn’t believe the words she had just spoken, shards of glass that must have pierced his fragile shell.

Much later, she resolutely set off for the café, where she found him as she knew she would, staring blankly at nothing.

After a while, her palm crept out to cover his hand.

His palm turned into hers, their fingers instinctively fitting together, as he looked at her, the hurt fighting the love.