She felt exhausted; the day had been hard, but her thoughts wouldn't stop. She kept thinking about the previous day. She met him at a café, as they had arranged. His eyes were watery, tears streaming slowly down his face. She thought about not commenting on what she saw, but it was impossible to pretend not to see. She realized he preferred not to speak, only to remain silent, so she fell silent. That's how they stayed for the entire time they were there until they went for a walk. The silence gradually faded, and the conversation began to flow for a while, then silence, a long kiss, and caresses. It was for her that he shed tears; he couldn't have her completely, the pain was unbearable. Night fell, and the beach became deserted. They couldn't resist any longer; their bodies were connected. Their hands slid strong and fragile, their mouths joined, their tongues mingled. Her panties slipped aside, his fingers forcefully penetrating her in a maddening back-and-forth motion. Her legs spread wider to receive them, her buttocks arched forward, wanting more and more. The pleasure was long and lingering, the moans muffled. Now her mouth slid over the rigid phallus, her tongue moving back and forth along its entire length, sliding through her wet, incandescent mouth. It swirled around the moist head. Lust dripped from the corner of her mouth, until the orgasm gushed forcefully onto her sad face. Tears now streamed down both cheeks; they each had to go their separate ways, and loneliness returned once more.