Starting with, first and foremost, a little minimalist short:
Speaking into Eyes
He looked at her quizzically. She didn’t return his gaze.
“Have we… reached the end?” he asked.
“The… end?” she muttered in reply, still staring at that same point in space. She laughed a little. “I don’t even think there was really a beginning.” She laughed a little more.
His face fell, and his eyes drifted off towards that point in space.
“You mean that?” he asked.
Now it was her turn to look at him. She stopped laughing. “You know what?” she said. “I don’t know. I don’t know if I’ll ever know.”
“You’re going to have to make up your mind eventually,” he said, his eyes finally meeting hers. “Everyone has to decide—otherwise they’re just left in confusion. Do you want to be confused for the rest of your life? Do you want to be pondering about what was and what could have been instead of what you think you have?”
He paused for a moment.
She didn’t look away, but something about that blank stare revealed that her eyes weren’t registering his presence there—as if she were blind, blind to all she did not know and did not want to see.
“Maybe it doesn’t matter to me. Maybe I’m so used to being confused that I’m okay with it. Maybe I like living this way.”
He moved closer to her. Her gaze faltered. He stared at her for another moment, then rose and walked towards the exit.
“There’s no such thing as maybe,” he said, as he shut the door behind him. “You have to decide what you want.”
Her eyes moved to the door and she listened to the echo of his footsteps as he walked down the stairs and out of the apartment.
Oh. I had just been reading some of your older stuffs. Um. What I Live For, I think, was the one I just read.
I very much like this. I say it's brilliant. I love ""There's no such thing as maybe," he said, as he shut the door behind him. "You have to decide what you want.""
... Sometimes shattered, never open, nothing matters when you're broken.. Always ending, always over, back-and-forth, up-and-down, like a rollercoaster... Take these broken wings, and learn to fly again, learn to live so free. And when we hear the voices sing, the Book of Love will open up for us and let us in.