We breathe out and make the windows grey with steam. I cannot see the city beyond this window; the condensation has made sure of that. I want to take your hand but I am afraid of what you'll say. We have already spent our lives together, clawing at one another's loyalty and tearing down the towers of honesty. But decades of love does not mean trust exists. Trust is a foreign thing and irrelevant to all but kings who sit in a hall of gold and a palace of platinum.
Me? I prefer this pearl room with its glass walls. I have my own silver throne on which I explore the deepest secrets of humanity and brush over the lightness of your skin.
You whisper words of adoration and passion but I can see in your eyes that they are full and gleaming, ready to spill all your lies and guilt you have harboured over the years. I would spill mine if I could but my heart is not as pure as yours so I simply stare at you with bone dry eyes while absentmindedly drawing patterns with my finger on the glass which separates me from life.
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