He was not used to drama. Indeed, when she claimed the space she needed inside him, he could provide her none. It was not because he had some other woman there. It was because he could not let go of himself. Obsession, he knew was a disadvantage. He thought self-obsession was an exception.
She looked upon real life as a drama. That made her more realistic than he could ever be. Maybe, she found the fault-lines in his thought. Women normally do. Yet, she was trying to occupy the space she believed was duly hers. She knew she had only one opponent. And that was him.
He remembered the first time he met her. It was in a garden full of thorns. She remembered the first time she met him. It was in a garden full of roses. They had spent almost an hour together. She was glad to find him. So was he. But, he missed his solitude.
Her story was over. His was still very much unfinished.