My story-telling attempt

They stand at the top of one of the two watchposts, at the southern most part of the hemisphere. Apparently it's almost a couple of metres away from the equator but they are not sure. Looking out to sea and taking in the seabreeze, he held her tight, as if afraid that the wind might blow her away - not that the wind was THAT strong.

He asks "Are you okay? you look like something's bothering you"

Smiling back, she replies "Why do you ask? Do i not look okay to you?"

In all sweetness and tenderness, he says "Well, I can sense that you are bothered by something. Why don't you tell me about it? Maybe I can help?"

She takes in a deep breath and lets out a sigh. This wasn't the usual sigh of contentment she gives. This was a sigh or sorrow and heartache.

"Is it because of the moments when I'm quiet and stoning?"

No, I can see it intermittenly, when you're just quiet, and not saying anything"

Taking in another deep breath, she lets out yet another soft sigh before replying "It's something to do with relationships."

"Will it help if I just go away?"

Actually, she thought, it probably will help coz it will then give her one less person to fall in love with, one less person to consider, one less person... but she replied with a certain sense of determination "No."

This time, maybe just this time, she might have just found someone who can make the pain go away.

Another call comes in, another guy comes on the line and says in the most cheery tone that he was pissed with someone at work.

Feeling a little confused at his obvious non-angry tone, she asked "But you sure don't sound angry to me!?"

"Well, that's only because at least I'm talking to you right now." Another reply that broke her heart coz she knew he meant it.

But, they are not the one she loves.