Upon Meeting You

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Present; Wilhelm Daine

She pulls away and walks past me, leaving me frozen to my spot. I hear the vehicle pull away from the parking lot. At the very last minute, I turn around watching as it drives away. I see Lenora's face through the mirror, crying as she leaves me.

I reach into my coat, pulling out a pack of cigarettes, placing one between my lips as I walk back to my car. I light the tip as I drive away. Tears involuntarily fall from my eyes causing me to grow frustrated as I wipe them with my sleeve.

I finally make it to my destination and flick away my cigarette before entering the building. I take the elevator to the top, watching as the doors open to my home. All at once, sobs begin escaping my chest as I walk through the doors. I walk to the vase sitting at the side table and throw it across the room. It shatters against the wall, splashing water on everything near it.

I yank the small table down, against the floor. The wood cracks, down the middle and one of its legs breaks off. I continue down to my kitchen, destroying everything within my reach until finally colliding against the tile floor.

I pull my knees against my chest feeling like the 8 year old child I once was, cowering from my father. My sonorous weeps echo through the great halls of my home as I place my forehead to my knees and tug at the hair from the top of my head.

I did this to myself. I never deserved her.

My mind wanders back to the evening Irving introduced me to her.

"Hey, Wilkes!" I hear a voice call, causing me to turn around. Irving is walking towards me, with a small figure following behind holding his arm. "This is my friend, Nora." The girl makes herself noticeable as she moves to his side. She looks up to me, allowing me to acknowledge her features. Her eyes stand out the most. Big and brown, yet sharp and devious.

"Hello, Lenora. How do you do?" I lift my hand to hers. "I'm Wilhelm Daine."

"Lenora Dalsing."

She used to be so conserved.

"So how did Irving rope you into coming to an office Christmas party?" I ask, standing beside her, as Irving leaves to the restroom.

"I didn't have anything else to do."

"I'm sure anything would have been better than this, no?"

"It's not too bad." She smiles up at me.

"Well... I guess when you don't have to see any of these people every day, you can't be sick of it."

"I guess not..."

"Hi Wilkes." She speaks shyly as she gets into the car with Irving.

"Hi, Nora." I respond.

I adjust my rear-view mirror to be able to see her as I drive away. She sits close to the edge behind the passenger seat, leaning her knees towards the door. Her eyes stare out the window as she runs her finger over her bottom lip. I fix the mirror, clearing my throat as thoughts telling me she's beautiful begin entering my head.

She leans over whispering something into Irving's ear causing him to nod in response. She excuses herself as she stands from the restaurant table, walking over to a woman and man at the entrance. She hugs the man before standing awkwardly in front of them.

The three walk outside and begin conversing. The conversation between her and the woman becomes heated before the man steps between them ending the argument.