...But....

The next day, she walked into...
... School... Her home... The Office...
And sat down next to her...
....Classmate.... Husband.... Colleague....
Without a word.
  She put her hands on her knees, and stared into her lap. Outside the weather was....
...Nice.... Horrid.... Unimportant....
She didn't care.  Everything was hurting now but, for a few hours, her life had been....
....Perfect.... Unblemished.... Hers...
Tears began to well in her eyes. Scalding her cheeks, they spilled sluggishly down her face. Embarrassing. Pathetic. Unneeded.
Her...
....Classmate.... Husband.... Colleague....
Looked at her with concern and, when he spoke, his words tattooed themselves across her lungs and heart.
  'Are you okay?'
Inside, her organs strained against her ribcage. The tears continued to fall as she shook her head, 'No.'
He bit his lip, and leaned forward, placing a hand on her knee, 'What's the matter?'
Turning away from him, she said, 'I had a dream last night.'
A thousand emotions, all swimming, all changing, morphed the structure of his face, 'What was it about?'
'I had a dream last night,' She choked on the bitter memory, 'About you and me, and life.'
'Was it sad?' He whispered, so that their...
...Friends... Children.... Workmates....
Couldn't hear.
But she said, 'No.'
Frowning, he asked, 'Then why are you crying...?'
And she met his eyes, blinking away the tears....

....'Because, in my dream, you didn't break my heart.'....

...Before walking away, in silence....