Unfaithful

Lusting with the eyes-it's not hard to do.

Lusting with the mind - now, that was his speciality...

She would only talk to him on Thursdays. They both liked the rainy Thursdays best - it brought back memories. Memories of when they first met - when they first sat down at the piano together, quiet conversation and soft laughter. Fumbled notes and many pencil marks later, they'd found their rythm.

That's what he remembered about her. Thursdays. Late nights spent scratching at compositions that were never good enough- not for Thursdays. Images of her came to him while he composed- he flipped through them like a deck of cards - settling on ones with her face illuminated by the stage lights. Her light chocolate strands framing her face as her brown eyes danced with a light of their own.