He watched her line of sight as she moved to the mirror.
Back over her left shoulder those cold blue peepers struck out towards him.
Immediately he felt love leave the room like cigarette smoke. He knew what was coming next.
Naked except for the morning light, her nails were like talons on the porcelain basin. Not releasing him from her icy stare she muttered, “Its over”.
“But I can change”, he blurted out.
“Its too late”, she whispered.
Refusing to turn around she shut the bathroom door behind her…….
Probably a situation made more dramatic by occurring on the 26th floor.
It was expensive as well.