OLD FLAME

Woman Waiting (Photo Credit: employscoop)
Woman Waiting (Photo Credit: employscoop)

She stood there for a while, holding a glass of cold water.  She waited.  He didn’t come.  Sad.  Like the glass of water she have at hand, he had suddenly turned cold. Tsk. He won’t sit beside her anymore.

One Thursday night, at a later date of that certain month, she went out and

Woman Waiting  (Photo Credit:  employscoop)
Woman Waiting (Photo Credit: employscoop)

situated herself by the door.  She stood there, silent. A few seconds later, he came to stand by her, at hand was a glass of cold water. He offered her the glass and she gladly took it. For awhile, they stood there motionless and stared at nothingness.

The girl decided to squat and the boy followed in a split second. They sat there by the door. They left all their cares behind. They smiled not looking at each other. Exchange of deep sighs followed. Then he pulled her inside. He touched her face with the back of his hands.  She lost control of her breath and reminded herself to relax.  His face, an inch away from hers now.  She looked at him.  His eyes were closed. And then they melted in each other’s arms.

She would not want to let go of the moment.  She wanted to stay that way forever. She wanted to be in his arms for the rest of eternity.  And then what was intertwined for a minute suddenly parted. He held her face again, this time, caressing every inch of it with his thumb. She embraced him and placed her head on his shoulder.  They stayed that way for quiet awhile.  And then like everything else, that certain moment had to end.  He kissed her goodnight.  She did the same. Over and over again. She can not let go just yet. S he kept on doing what she was doing and then he smiled. They both smiled.  Finally, they gave each other the most tight embrace they could manage and parted ways.

And that was the last of it.

Last night, she stood there for a while, holding a glass of cold water. She waited. He didn’t come. Sad. Like the glass of water she had at hand, he had suddenly turned cold. Tsk.

He won’t sit beside her anymore.

author:  wildflower

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