Jane is a very fickle woman.

When she first met you, anyone on the outside would've thought she was absolutely smitten—unbelievably, undeniably head over heels for you. Perhaps you'd thought so too. She has a way with words, after all, and she'd spared no expenses in using her talents to win you over with smooth words and sweet talk.

But good things can never last with a woman like her. She wasted no time in vanishing from your life as quickly as she came. In and out, never lingering for more than a day or so at a time, and never leaving so much as a trace of her presence whenever she leaves. Sometimes it feels as though she never existed at all. She won't even tell you where she goes, just that she has 'another job to do'.

The words she's whispering into your ear now all seem to blend together into incoherent mutterings. Her affection is nice, but it's starting to feel hollow. Meaningless. Her hand on your back, warm and gentle as it may be, is just another reminder of how temporary her presence in your life is.

"You're sweet. You know that?" She's never said she loves you. Maybe it's because she doesn't.