She & He ( Journal#12 )

She and he were sitting on the bench. The yellow leaves fell to their feet. They were silent, only the man tried to say something from time to time. The woman was really upset, the sorrow and tears filled her eyes. She leaned the bench with her hand and her fingers tightened the edge of the board as she was trying to find power in it. She bowed her head and propped it up with her left arm. She was deep in her thoughts and only sudden tapping of her fingers on the face drew her back to the reality. Her straight hairs partly covered her face, but she didn’t tidy them because it was like a “wall” between her and him. Her cute features were distorted with sadness. Her lips were clasped as she didn’t want any word to come out of her mouth. Her slim and shapely body was bended under the mass of soul pain. In contrary the man changed his pose all the time. He was nervous; he shook his leg and tapped his fingers over the bench. He tried to look at her but he couldn’t; his glance wandered on the ground. The picture of his face expressed, that he was lost and he was trying to find right words. He nodded his head as he justified himself in his mind. They understood that it was the end of their affair.