Sitcom love (part 5)

While his drooling saliva made little stains on the already dirty carpet, the businessman kept crying and crying. Hearing the girl's name was to him a moment of sweet perfection, it filled him up with a happiness he had unconsciously been searching for his entire life. The feelings he now cherished for that moment, when her voice filled the air with the sparkling vibrations of her name, was the closest he had ever been to loving something, someone. His marriage was nothing more than a sitcom, it was only there to entertain people, to give the people around him a feeling of safety. A glimpse of normal life. 

Life had never been normal to him. Not since the day he had met that strange old lady. She had told him that what people thought was love, was only an indication of which way ahead love could be found. "People are too easily satisfied, as soon as they think someone loves them, they immediately declare their emotions 'true love'" If it wasn't for his young age (he had only been a 7 year old suburbanian kid), the man would have called her cynical, an old woman devastated by all the heartaches she must have suffered. But as he grew older and wiser, he began to realize the woman had come to an insight that could possibly be the key to understanding why we all were here. The man felt he was coming closer to the answers he needed. All his lost hopes were starting to come back to him. 

Money can buy love (part 4)

The businessman told the girl that his name was irrelevant, but that her name was of the greatest importance. It wouldn't matter if she made one up or not, it would only serve as the definition of his ideal form of love. "Syrill", she said her name was. One simple word. A name. But to the man it sounded like a sudden coming of spring in the middle of a cold winter. Forgetting what he wanted to do, forgetting all the sex he had in mind, forgetting all the sex he never had, he fell to his knees and started crying. Sodding with tears. The girl didn't know where to look at, let alone what to do. Eventually she sat down and tried to comfort him. "I could come up with a different name if you..." The man started wailing. Syrill decided to stay quiet and lit a cigarette.

Two yellow eyes were looking in through the window, trying to make sense of everything they saw. The small creature didn't know and decided that it wasn't important. The only thing that mattered was the girl. His girl. With a grin on his somewhat deformed face he climbed down the wall and sneaked his way through the lobby into the hall. The creature was patient. Hiding behind a trashbin, he kept a close watch on the door he knew the girl was behind.