They had been sitting side by side for quite some time now, neither of them speaking; they only seemed to need their eyes to communicate the words they weren’t willing to say out loud. She sighed, looking away from him, her gaze falling over the dark pool that reflected nothing – nothing of the scene going on at its edge.
Her eyes sparked with something he couldn’t quite pinpoint when she turned back up to him suddenly, and whispered, “you look at me like you love me.” She said it so softly he wasn’t sure if he had even heard correctly. He knew she was right, but all he did was look right back at her, his heart beating a little irregularly, when he whispered back, “you look at me like you love me too.”
She turned away from him then, sighing once again because she knew, she knew with everything she had that they loved each other, but it would never be enough.
— excerpt from a book I’ll never write//a love story//s.babiak