Micro : Despondency

 Despondency

The sound of splashing water ceased now. 

From my room, I could hear the toilet door latched with a soft click.

She came inside, wrapped in a warm towel, sat on my tarnished bed, turned her back and pulled on her jeans. 

I lay grabbed by my book, still unveiled and consummated.

I waited for her to leave. 

She looked at my eyes in the mirror and said, “Say, you love me too.”

I left the book open, aside and dozed off.