Their friendship sat quietly for a moment in the room. The woman had brought the friendship with food and conversation. Once settled into the unforgiving couches, it crossed its legs and sighed. And given to the discomfort they both felt for the existence of the friendship, it thought it was staying for a bit. The man shook visibly. His oily complexion thickly composed his unhappiness.
That the friendship had come was a bit of a surprise. That, forsooth, soon the man would become invisible to the friendship was to be a surprise as well. The first traces and outlines of the man’s hands faded in and out as the friendship was watching him speak. The friendship would move its head around noticing the fading human in total. Bobbing and dobbiling about the room the friendship was trying to see the last of the man’s faint impression. Then he was just gone. Just like that.
The friendship felt confused and stood still in the apartment not noticing that the woman had left the room. She left the apartment in tempo and out the door.
The friendship sat still in the quiet room. The man, now invisible to the friendship, had fallen down on the floor. His small feeble heap was bereft of soul or seemed so. He cried alone with no one.
The friendship saw none of this. The friendship only saw the sad little apartment. And with the woman gone, escaped to save her own life the friendship was left behind in the apartment. It was left there to die. To die and to starve a lingering death.
But friendship has been called eternal, they are of the deathless. It is frozen and trapped at the threshold of the apartment doorway. Throat eternally parched. Its skin drawn and eyes sunken husk of a creature suspended within the repose of their memories forever fading.