The Sink Was Full Of Fishes

In the room next to theirs though no one was sleeping. It was soundless, nevertheless neither Ilaria nor Christopher were relaxed. They were pondering, without speaking of it between them, which was well fitting their characters and the one of their relationship.
Ilaria started to guess at shapes of furnitures in the room, with her eyes trained at obscurity in the two hours she had passed awake. She didn't stand anymore the cyclic routine of her love affairs. Each story had been nice. Each story ended quickly. Each story was trifling, lackin whatever note capable to detach even just one of them from the lot.
Her sentimental ineffectuality was wearing her out. She wanted something absolute, unforgettable, and precious. And still, once more, the guy at her side wasn't going to satisfy her, and anyway she'd always knew it.
"Are you awake?"
After a few seconds, she said she was.
"Do you hear them two on the other side? They're partying tonight!"
She found that comment gross. Lightening up the lamp on the shelf, keeping the sheet tight around her chest, she commanded to cease with similar observations.
"Right: all said and done, they're entitled to squeeze out the last honeydrops from the whole situation. Then, 5 more days and whoosh! Everything's done. Everything will pass and fade. To be honest, I really wouldn't like to be in Jill's shoes."
So, he wasn't keen at being in his place? He wasn't longin for finding someone loving him so totally, he wasn't lookin for givin anyone hopes and care, and an entire new world to discover and share? She would have paid for fitting Jill's shoes indeed...
But what she was representing for Christopher? A stranger. And he was for her just a beautiful body without wedge. She was sleeping, she slept beside a big mistake. How sad...
She loathed him noticing a malicious grin on his face, certainly there for he was picturing the others in the next room bending over one another.
"He's your best friend, my goodness! Aren't you feeling ashamed in joking about him? You motherfucker..."
He went red and violently replied:"Shut the fuck up, and don't mention my mum anymore..."but then, with a calmer voice, he added:"Sure, I am friend of him, and i do love him. But lately I don't get his mind at all. look, he talks about marriages, and shit like that! He's gonna try to fuck himself big time, I can't approve him..."
Ilaria pited him; actually he couldn't understand at all the reasons pushin Jill's questioning and messing soul, since what was moving him from his core,what was givin him new attitudes and new wills was love, but Chris, so untouched by it, so far away from it, and immature at such a point to be happy of his state, couldn't better talk of love than defining it like a personality herpes.
"Have you packed your things?"
he digressed then, and she felt relieved, because with their story headloss and fruitless, any more word would have been wasted breath.
"Sure: I prepared the rucksack and the clothes I am gonna wear. The rest I filled the bag with, and that's gonna stay in the car innit? Talkin about that, where are we gonna leave the car?"