SLIPPED

As they laid there holding each other a sudden realization passed over her. Trying to ignore it she held him tighter, as if to mold the two of them together. This, of course, only made it worse. He didn't mean any of it, despite her several tries, and it was now obvious. He wouldn't look at her face, wouldn't hold her lingering hand. Wouldn't admit to doing this the next day, just like the times before. And because of this silent tears fell down her face that was burrowed against him. She couldn't do anything but pretend as they held each other closer, even though she knew he had already slipped through her fingers.