Perpendicular Lines

           He stood on the roof, starring into the horizon waiting for the sunrise. He lit a cigarette, and as soon as the smoke penetrated his lungs, he felt at peace. Smoking eased him, allowed him to escape his thoughts. After a couple of cigarettes, the sun rose on the sky. Its rays finding their way to his face. He closed his eyes, blinked and her face appeared on his lids, smiling at him. His chest anguished him. It all came back rushing to him. Everything he locked behind that door of his brain. Her touch, her voice, her laugh and that flowery smell of hers. The memory of her weighed him down, it crushed his soul. He ached for her presence, the way she made him comfortable and feel right in place, but the heart wants what the heart can't get. Fate stepped in, separated them and left him broken.

           As the sun loomed over the horizon, its rays found their way into her room. The birds chirped in the distance, she woke up, rose from her bed and headed to the bathroom. As she faced the mirror, she stared into her eyes, and saw him. His image as clear as the sun, smiling at her. She stepped back and took a breath. She rinsed her face with cold water in order to forget, but it all came back rushing to her. Everything she locked behind that door of her brain. His touch, his voice, his laugh and the smell of the cigarettes on him. The memory of him weighed her down, it crushed her soul. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she couldn't fight anymore. She crashed down on the cold tiles, sobbing hysterically, hugging her knees to herself knowing that nothing will bring her comfort other than his presence, but the heart wants what the heart can't get. Fate stepped in, separated them and left her broken.

           The story of these two resembles the story of perpendicular lines; how they meet once in their lifetimes and then separate forever. Never to meet again.