I Still Love You

        The fog swirled around them, slithering about in the lucid manner so often associated with dreams.  A pair of lonely souls stood on a wooden bridge suspended above a pulsating river.  The young woman stared gloomily into the waters.  The man sunk his head into his hands and pulled at his hair.  The fog continued its dance.
        "Lovely weather this is," the woman commented, her tone laced with a sullen sarcasm.

        "I still love you," the man told his hands.

        "You oughtn't mumble like that," replied the young woman, lazily running her finger across the cool railing. "I can hardly hear what you're saying." Her tone was flat.  

        The pair both knew his words had been perfectly clear.

A wind brought the fog closer to the two, winding its fingers between them and bringing a hostile chill to the scene.  The young woman sighed and clicked a well-manicured nail on her watch. "Blasted thing, it stopped ticking!"
        "I really do."  His voice was soft, quivering with raw emotion.
        "I really don't want to buy a new watch, but I might as well.  This thing is so old it would cost a fortune to repair."

        Her eyes never touched him, her gaze perpetually occupied by something else.

        "Please, Attia, I love you!" A tone of desperation hitched his voice, causing it to catch in his throat. A strangled cry parted his lips and a wounded look came upon him.

        She continued tapping the watch.

        Something broke open.

Warm tears fell like rain down her face.  A sob caught in her chest and she swallowed it.

"Attia, why won't you say it? Look at me! Please!"

        "I can't."  Her voice was a whisper, yet it rang through the air with an alarming resonance. It took all her willpower to keep her gaze averted from the man.
        "Why not?" He reached for her and sucked in a deep breath of air as his hand passed through her own.

        "You're not real!" Attia cried, snapping her head to try and glance at him... He was gone.  

As always.  

        "You're just...my illusion..." She mumbled, letting her head sink into her hands.  The fog danced its dance and yet, the watch remained silent.