P5
After moments and moments of hesitation, the got up and walked towards the door.
Jonathan stood up with her and grabbed her wrist before she could leave.
“Where are you going?” he demanded.
She didn’t respond and just tried to pull away from him. He didn’t let go though.
“It’s raining really hard outside…” he said, trying to make her stay.
“Let go,” she said, blunt and clear.
A painstricken expression was on his face and he slowly loosened his grip. She turned and moved to the door. “Dont….” he started to say, but she was already out of the door. She closed the door lightly behind her and the cold air hit her skin. It was pouring outside and she was wearing her pajamas.
A low V-neck and VS shorts. She didn’t care though, She found his car in the driveway. She made a run for it and got inside the car.She closed the door and began to shiver. It was freezing. She looked around the car, it was kind of messy, not usually how he kept things. It smelled like him. That made her happy and it gave her butterflies in her tummy.
She started his car and drove to his house. She ran in, but nobody was there.
‘What the hell?’ she thought to herself ‘Where the shit could he be???’
She ran back to his car and sat in the drivers seat, thinking. How else.. where else?
She was so incredibly frustrated, and could not think at all. She looked around his car and found his jacket. She also found a messy pile of papers.
She lifted the jacket up to get a better look underneath, and a small box fell out. She took the box and just stared at it.
She remembered him explaining something about a box, and pulling a box out, but she ignored him.
She quirked her brows together, just thinking. what’s this box….. eh.
She put the box into the pockets of her shorts and looked at the papers. There was a check list for… her birthday?
It was a check list with cross outs, edits, and timings.
She read it through and over a few times. She was so terrible…. so mean…
She found herself crying. Sobbing loudly really. She put his jacket on. It was warm and comforting, but it wasn’t as warm and comforting as he was.
She read over the list again and found at the end, at the end of the day, something special was supposed to happen?
What? She didn’t know. He was always so descriptive with it all. But she knew one thing, where it was supposed to happen.
She started the car and backed out of the driveway. She drove fast, insanely fast. She stopped by a park. Not really a park, just a nice field with nice hills. She parked the car and got out. She walked up and down the pathways but say nobody. She went back and forth and retraced her steps, everything. She didn’t see him. “Shit,” she said to herself.
The park seemed pretty huge. She stayed looking for an hour or so, and drove to other parts of the park, still not finding him.
She got back into the car again, and drove more in, closer to the huge body of water the park was surrounding.
She could see somebody sitting on the ledge by the water. No jacket, nothing. Just sitting. Brooding almost. She stepped out of the car and ran. Ran towards the ledge, towards the figure who she knew was going to be him.
Before she got too close and gave herself away, she heard him crying. He was talking too.
“It was supposed to be perfect. The most perfect thing ever. We were going to be happy. Happy for a long time, together. Damn, damn it.”
She felt warmth on her cheeks, she knew she was crying.
She unzipped his jacket that she was wearing and walked closer to him.
He was crying, crying really hard. He never cried. It tugged at her heart, a lot.
She placed the jacket over his back and kneeled down behind him. She wrapped her arms around his wait to hug him from behind. She laid her head on his back and whispered, “Don’t cry…”
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He walked. Walked on and on forever.
It was raining, and it just would not stop raining. His feet were just taking him somewhere.
He walked into a park, and kept walking till he got to the spot. The spot were his life should have really started.
He sat down and yelled.
He cried and yelled. He couldn’t do anything anymore. She was happy. She was fine without him. She was doing great with another guy. She didn’t need him.
He cried even harder after thinking all of those things.
He welcomed the cold. He didn’t want to feel at all, but he could feel his heartbreak, which was worse than one could imagine.
He sat there for a while in his own brooding silence. He just couldn’t imagine being without her.
What was he going to do now? The thought of no more her just made him shudder and cry even more.
He cried out, “It was supposed to be perfect. The most perfect thing ever. We were going to be happy. Happy for a long time, together. Damn, damn it.”
He sobbed out loud. Nothing could be done, his heart was all hers, and it still is. He said and cried, cried cried cried.
Then he felt something being placed on him, his jacket…?
And he felt arms wrap around him. That familiar embrace that he sometimes woke up to. And then He heard her voice. That voice he thought he’d never heard again. It told him, ,”don’t cry.”
He felt himself warm up, starting from the heart, within. He felt, somewhat happy again.
Was he dreaming?
No, not at all.
