Match Point
They came to love for the second time and they do not always speak. Lili reached out to the bedside table to grab a cigarette. She squinted, because she did not put his contact lenses. Alex liked to see her like that, unsteady in his fog of her own, she looked vulnerable with his eyes glassy. Lili struck a match, pretending to ignore the insistent gaze of Alex. She, she felt like a mole and do not see how myopia was something charming. She waited for one thing: laser surgery, zou; and why she was saving already for a little while. Every day it filed its loose change in his big piggy bank shaped white pig. When the pieces were falling over each other, it was clonk clonk , and sometimes felt that Lili was the pig who awoke from a long sleep, cranky groin. Remembering this, she smiled, and two large white trails of smoke out her nostrils.
Alex looked at her again and searching for words. Why do not you love me anymore? seemed so pathetic, it was like a kid begging for candy. He knew by heart, and he knew she did not need to say these things. His eyes lost their sparkle, his smile his mouth and taste. Nothing was the same.
Lili rose to open the window and crushed his cigarette in the ashtray on the desk. It was an ashtray they had bought together in a gift shop in New York. Alex remembered the trip as if it were yesterday: the MacDonalds bigger than a station concourse, toy stores in Times Square, squirrels Central Park ... And yet it could be yesterday, because yesterday she still loved me, he thought helplessly.
On the ashtray, there was a large apple very red, like a loving heart.
Lili sat on the bed and turned to Alex. She finally opened his mouth and he held his breath. She slipped, broken voice: "Alex ... I'm sick. I ... It may be serious. Very serious, even. " And Alex looked at her, terrified, and he thinks only one thing, only one. He wanted to tell him he would have preferred she no longer loves him, ultimately.
It was so sad that her eyes were dry.
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