Silent company...

There she was again, watching the boats go by as she sat by the river that cold winter morning. She made a promise to herself three years ago when she left, that she would come back as soon as she could. She promised to watch the boats again and sit by the river as she used to. She kept her promise. It was like a home coming in some ways, to this place that had been her home for two long years. Far away from her home country, but more familiar than any other place she'd seen in the last five years.

Just as she threw a few crumbs of her Snickers bar to the pigeons near by, he sat down beside her on the same bench. She was about to frown at him for invading her space, when there were many other benches he could have sat on. She looked at him for a bit and then away and then back at him again.He seemed to not notice her at all. Staring away at the bridge in the distance, he sat there, still, just staring. she tried to engage the birds more actively in an effort to break his peace and make him realize that he was bothering her by being around. Wasted effort this was as he did not even flinch or acknowledge that there was another human being beside him.

She was trying to forget the last two years and focus on the fact that she was back here, in this place that she so loved. Pride always got the better of her and she refused to be the one who got up from the bench and continued to sit there, while mentally complaining about this stranger who was sharing her space. After what seemed like forty five minutes, he asked if she came here often. Surprised by the sudden ackknowlegement of her presence and annoyed by the liberty he was taking to talk to her, she politely explained that she was just visiting the country. Hearing her but not really listening, he began to tell her how life had changed for him that day.

Just that morning he had returned from one of his business trips, a couple of days earlier than he had planned to. Intending to surprise his wife in an effort to bring back romance into their existence, he was welcomed by the sight of her with another man on their bed. This more than explained why they hadn't been connecting for a while now and why she just seemed less interested in him, but that it had been going on for over a year came as a complete shock to him. At this point he just stopped talking.

She tried to ask him some questions, which he didn't reply to. She tried to offer some words of comfort which he did not acknowledge. So she sat there, still, and continued to feed the pigeons. She began to realise that he needed her space, he needed to not be alone. Although he didn't want to talk, he needed her there. So she sat there, until he eventually got up and walked away. She called out goodbye as he went away, but he just kept walking. She decided however to come back here the next day, just incase he came back too and needed to talk or just be heard or just be provided some silent company.