The space in between. part I

Are you getting crazy? She said. He was lying there, looking through the glass, trying to chase away the memories, he said, Why then he had tried to draw with that glass on the wall, she said. He wouldn't answer.
He would only stare.
Yes, he would stare.
Are you getting crazy? She asked again. No she wouldn't stop again.
No she wouldn't accept.
He would then get up and look out of the window, stick his face onto the glass as much as he could
He would stare outside , far, as far as he could, his eyes would get confused of the horizon, the trains fascinated him, always.
He would then start humming a forgotten song, the same all over again. Nothing new.
No food in the fridge, no current on the house, water running down the sink. She would then put her feet in there
Pretend she is falling into the sea, in some exotic beach.
Do you love me? She said.
He wouldn't answer. Ever. She didn't really care. At least I have the sea, she said.
And she kept her feet wet under the sink. She kept her head under the sink as well, Sometimes she kept her breath under the sink but she was still there.
And he ?
He's there.
Staring out of the window, through the broken glass. Maybe he's been stuck into some memory, who knows, maybe.

She would get up from the bed like crazy. Are you mad?! She said.
Taking a glass of wine she would spill it all over the sink, see how the colours diffuse into each other and slowly become one. Everything becomes one, once.

It's all done.
Footsteps down the hallway
Someone laughing
Someone coughing
Hysterically
And then silence/