Observation without Affection by SRSmith, literature
Literature
Observation without Affection
She watched him, often, from the other side of his bedroom mirror, a floor to ceiling affair that allowed her the privilege of spectating from the comfort of her own space.
He would come and go, sometimes alone, sometimes with others. He would wrap himself in sheets of colour, most times his companions would too, but other times they would press just their flesh against one another.
This fascinated her.
The shapes his face made were peculiar, and she began to recognize them as states of being. Sometimes his face was broad, his mouth wide, insides showing white and gleaming. Other times his face creased, contracted in upon itself, on occasi
"I don't care if it's selfish, I don't want you to go." Sam stood halfway between the doorway and the foot of the bed, caught between staying and walking away.
"It is selfish, but I understand. I'm tired Sam, I'm worn out and it's time for me to give in to the natural order of things." The older man's voice was slow, patient but firm. "No man was ever meant to see as much as I've seen in my life, and a man can only take so much."
Sam wiped moisture from one cheek, quickly as though it might not be noticed. "Whatever it is that's broken, get it fixed. We've got lots of money..."
Jacob cut the sentence short. "It's not about money. There's n