Nostalgia of the Infinite

When did you decide that you wanted to get rid of me? he spoke bluntly, glancing over his
shoulder as they stood on the edge of the quiet promenade with the rain puddles throwing
splashes up her long legs. Her long red hair escaped from the green scarf as they fluttered on her
neatly made up face with more than the usual application of rouge that glowed wildly from the
cheeks.
He blew off the cigar effervescently.
In the distance a train hooted and approached and approached a platform.
Astounded she stumbled on her feet and looked eerily at him then peered fearfully.
From his overcoat he took out black and white photographs of her with another man in intimate
casual moments.
She slowly paced back until she was far from him.
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The wind howled.
She shook her head making the blue eyes and hoop earrings do a sparkling dance.
Sighing dejectedly as tears and the mascara started running down the cheeks.
He took another long drag of the cigar, as the ash on the one end, glowed bright amber.
You had me followed? she whispered.
And to think that he had paid six hundred pounds for tonight and the week after for coming to
this godforsaken hotel in the middle of nowhere, he grumbled to himself.
How long? seems like centuries! he reminisced.
To come each day and be so deeply understood by you would have been the greatest gift of
my life. Alas -
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He bowed his head and heard the waves lash against the rocks by the levee.
Its not like that-
-How is it like? What is deceit like?
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He turned swiftly and threw the photos, hitting her face.

You know it wasnt going anywhere us it is finished.
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We cannot go on Jack is a good man.
He gave a cocky grin, dragged the cigar again and marveled at the bland acceptance of
everything.
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It was a long time before anyone of the two answered the room service and he noticed the grey
vestibule and the frayed carpet at the foot of the heavy oak door with stained panels made of
green emerald glass.
She paced and slowly sat at the dressing table and added another layer of lipstick, gone pale. He
watched her properly and lit another cigar and blew a cloud of smoke straight to the ceiling that
went over to the window and raised it a little.
Suddenly he rushed to the dresser and shoving her leg aside he pulled open a drawer and took out
a half empty vial.
He dangled it in front of her. Aghast, she tried to look away and lowered her gaze.
And this how Im supposed to be out of your life!
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Why Dana why?
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Have I not loved you enough?
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He stood up now, stood defiantly and kept billowing his cigar and tried to sense the roar of his
broken heart.
The atmosphere had become detached.
He tried to catch her gaze. She didnt stir even when he traced his finger on her arm, tempting to
burn it with the cigar.
Joseph turned to leave but hesitated. He settled in his chair.
How did you plan to execute me?

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After a while he held up her chin. She looked up with tears.
He pulled away and put out his cigar.
The room was musty with smoke and hopelessness.
David was breathing slowly as he poured a drink of whiskey not facing her.
She was still shaking and with ambivalence she rose.
There is no cure after all1, she thought, walking absentmindedly outside the room and into the
hallway.
Now we have drifted apart and it cannot be changed.
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He has ceased to love me now and where love ceases there hate begins.
A Pinter moment.
She remembered him exactly as he stood before her mild, dull, lifeless, the blue veins of his
white hands, his convulsing fingers and shook with revulsion.
I am the cause of his unhappiness and he of mine.
She thought she loved him but had exchanged it for anothers and didnt argue because she was
satisfied with the other love that very idea taunted her now.
Dana didnt know where she was going or why but only that she had to. What could one do?
That she was to suffer and tried to deceive herself. She had to escape her troubles and it lingered
long and hard in her mind.
Drenched in the heavily beating rain she kept walking.
He finds it repulsive to look at me.
As she moved along the crowd, she recalled all her resolutions. It brought up hope and despair at
once and the sounds of her tortured and violently fluttering heart.
She thought of writing a note to him. How tormentingly she loved and hated him.
She passed the platform. The bell rang. Then a movement of luggage, noise and shouting was
heard. The engine whistled and creaked and the coupling chains gave rhythmic jerks as the sound
of wheels slightly ran against the rails.

Dana shunned the crowd as if they were lepers and tried to remember why she had come.
Everything that was possible was now so difficult to grasp.
The station master asked her whether she was getting on.
She tried to make some audible remark but her rapidly beating heart stopped her breathing for a
while. She walked further along the platform and stood at the bottom at the large iron wheels.
She obliged to wait. A lonely feeling seized her.
Some memories then darkness obscured everything. But she didnt lose sight of the wheels.
Horror struck of what she was doing? Why?
God forgive me for everything! she struggled to say and then threw herself at the wheels.

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