P1
she hummed to herself as she walked through the light drizzle. A few minutes later it began pouring, but she didn’t mind at all.
she finally reached her destination, his house. she shook herself off, trying to dry herself off in vain. She was soaked to the bone. She took out her set of keys and unlocked the door.
She slipped her flats off and stepped into the house. A warm, welcoming smell of sweet pea and lavender embraced her.
She sighed loudly and made her way upstairs. ‘I hope he isn’t here.’ she thought quietly to herself. She slipped her scarf off as she walked towards a large bedroom. She dropped it onto the floor and then pulled off her layers one by one. She started a bath and sat on the bathroom counter while waiting for the bath to be ready.
Over the running water, she heard a door open down stairs and foot steps, and barking. She sighed, stepped into the tub and turned the water off. She lowered herself into the water and took deep breaths as she leaned back.
Heavy footsteps came up the stairs and into the room. “babe?” he called out.
She didn’t respond. She knew he was talking to her, but she ignored him.
Whats going on you wonder?
Well, its that cliche thing, when the guy forgets something important. He’s forgotten multiple anniversaries and holidays. This time, he forgot her birthday. They had it all planned out too. She sat at the completely reserved restaurant all by herself for three hours. He never showed. She eventually left, surprisingly calm. As soon as she was out of sight of people, she left him an upset voicemail and broke down crying.
And so she walked herself back to his place to get all of her stuff and walk out of his life, for good.
she just laid still, submerging herself in water completely on some occasions. she didn’t even know what she was doing. she grabbed her soap from the side, opened it and squeezed it sloppily onto her hand.
she rubbed the soap on her arms, around her neck, on her back, and stopped. there was knocking on the door. ‘shit,’ she thought to herself, ‘I forgot to lock the door..’
she panicked and looked around for a sufficient hiding place. there was none. She gave up and just sat still, unamused.
He knocked again, “Babe, are you in there?” He opened the door.
She snapped. “who the hell else would it be?!?” she screamed. “is that why you were late? no, is that why you never remember? because you have so many others to remember?!”
She quickly cleaned herself off, got out, and wrapped a towel around herself. she drained the bath tub and walked angrily to the door. he stood in the way. “move,” she said, her voice breaking. She couldn’t even look at him. “babe,” he said in that cute, fragile voice that always worked on her. Not this time. “Damn it, move!” she yelled, tears threatening to escape her eyes.
she reached past him, towards the doorknob bur he grabbed her wrist with cold hands.
“let go!” she cried, trying to pull away from him.
“baby please, don’t do this..” he said quietly.
“shut up! I don’t want to hear your shit excuses!” she yelled. she stopped struggling, but tears began escaping her eyes. her knees were going weak. she sunk to the ground.
“babe, please don’t cry…” he said, crouching down and pulling her into a hug. she didn’t resist, but she did not accept it either. His clothes were nice, really nice, but soaked through and through.
“im sorry babe, it’s not like that…” he said, just realizing that this might be the end. he panicked. “Babe.. babe I swear you’re the only one for me. the only one. please don’t be so irrational.. don’t doubt my love..”
as he spoke, he thought about the day. He left early in the morning to pick up her present at the jewelry store.
not quite a proposal ring, but it was close. it was a promise ring. A simple platinum band with a white diamond in the middle.
He set the small box into his pocket and walked to his car. As he made his way to his car, it began to pour. ‘shit shit shit,’ he thought to himself. He still had to pick up flowers, cake, and change his clothes. He got into his car and checked the time. It read 8AM. He shrugged, he still had 5 hours.
Traffic was everywhere. he sighed in frustration. He parked again. He decided he was going to make a run for it all. He stepped out of the car
His flashback was rudely interrupted as she pulled back and pushed him to the side. She opened the door and ran out.
As soon as she was out, she took deep breaths and told herself over and over again, “I’m fine.”
She really wasn’t, but she wasnt going to admit that anytime soon. She walked over to the closet and took her clothes and belongings out. She pulled out a luggage and a large box from the top of the closet and tossed them on the bed. She took her towel off and slipped her bra and panties on. She looked at herself in the mirror as she clasped her bra. Her eyes were puffy and pink. She looked exhausted, and she clearly was because she paid no attention to him sitting on the bedside, watching her. She rubbed her eyes, brushed her hair back and breathed deeply. She slipped on a black skirt and a low, gray, form fitting tank top. she tied her hair up and slipped a white cardigan on. She pulled her neat stacks of clothes out of the closet and placed them into the luggage. She ignored his sad, longing eyes that only saw her. She ignored his very presence. If she looked at him, she knew she would lose it and stay.
She pulled out a pair of high heeled-knee high boots from the closet and slipped them on. she took her shoes out of the closet by the arm full and tossed them into the large box.
He watched her as she continued to act like he dud not exist. She didn’t know, but with every movement she made during this time, his heart broke more and more. Why? because she was one more step away from him everytime she took something out of the closet.
He wanted to cry, to beg her to stay, but he didn’t.
She felt her cheeks moisten with tears again. ‘Why doesn’t he stop me? Why doesn’t he keep trying? Why doesn’t he care…? why does he never cry for me.. even when I’m leaving…?’ she thought to herself over and over again. She wiped at her eyes, but her attempts to stop crying were futile.
