The location they had chosen to meet in was inappropriate. The people who were gathering around the terrace wore hats and drank German beer instead of cocktails. Inside, the music was pumping away happily, creating an up-and-coming and very hip atmosphere. You wanted to feel young, to feel modern again? You dressed like these people and drank beer outside.
He knew that she still loved him, with a passion, like she used to. There was no reason to consider the far away possibility of a change in her.
But when he saw her again, sitting at one of the tables across from the coloured bar, something was different. But what?
They greeted each other with a sense of honouring their memories together, but there was a distinct coldness to her touch, her words, spoken as if they were formed of boredom.
She interrupted him and spat her words out with a calm collection. She was together, as the words that could have destroyed a man fell from her lips.
"I lied to myself when I told you that no one had kissed me like you did. I lied to myself and then to you. Many before you have kissed me like that and many after you will. When I drew you as unique in my mind, I was hallucinating. You are as common as the rest of them, like all the ones I've had before you and the ones that will come once you're gone. The only thing that I can still remember as exclusively yours and mine, is our beginning. The way it made me feel to be with you, to hear you and feel you. But then that was broken and I became used to it, as did you. It was beautiful and it remained so until this ended. Until we killed it."
He opened his mouth to speak, his eyes glazed over with the harshness of her tongue.
She continued without hesitation, cutting through him and his forming thoughts.
"But I can make you common. I have made you as common as they come, like all the others. I took what was ours, what we shared and had the same with others. I recreated our stolen moments and shared them without wasting another thought towards you. So now they're not you and me, they'll never be you and me again. You are just one of the people with whom I had moments, experiences like these. And for that, I won't even be grateful. Why should I, since you are just one of many and not the one and only?
You are no longer unique and singular to me.
I've dragged you from your throne of memories in my head and I've dragged you through the mud. I've made you common."
C'est fini.
