Night fell, the blues turned golden, the stars arrived but still the seats remained empty.

They did not know what the other was thinking, but were too afraid to commit to what they thought the other may or may not think.

So no words were exchanged, no debate ensued and no conclusions sort. It would remain the same for years to come and with each passing minute the bitterness grew.

What they each thought of each other was only what they had made up in their own heads and each passing thought paralysed the potential for change.