He hurried across the street with tears of his own and laid his hand on her shoulder. 8… There were 8 digits in the number. Indian sex She glanced up at his window. She stepped over the same broken sidewalks past the same deteriorating buildings she saw each day. She didn’t look at him but she knew he was there. Her life turned on its head and tears rolled down her face. She dressed for work and walked out the door of her apartment. He was always there. He was always there. He often didn’t know what day it was or even care. What happened? She let him believe he was never right and his decisions were never honored. She went to her job where she sat in her cubicle and did her mindless tasks. He wished that he had just one person that cared for him. She heard them talking among themselves about their lives but they never asked about hers. He watched as she went her way wondering about her life. How had he not known there were 8 digits in the number on the line that said current balance? Her dreams or desires were never important, never a priority.
