The End Of Their Story

Her Last Glass

A few weeks had passed and the table and chairs beside me stayed empty. They would normally sit there and ask me about my day and make small talk, brightening up my day before ordering a bottle of champagne. When i once asked why they would always drink the most expensive thing on the menu the girl, who's name i could never remember, turned to me with a soft smile and said, "we're celebrating." with no other explanation.

She always wore such elegant silk dresses that seemed to move like waves on her light skin. Straight blonde hair would cover her shoulders and sliver jewellery would light up her body. He, however, had darker eyes and a mysterious look, he only wore navy blue or black suits and an expensive looking watch. They were obsessed with each other. He would never take his eyes off her and lit up every time she smiled or laughed. They balanced each other out perfectly.

A few more days went by without seeing them when and the once confident girl walked in with an almost unrecognisable face. No cheeky grin, no light flowing dress,no shimmering eyelids and no company. Instead, her shoulders curled over and her hands quivered. Her eyes where heavy and some smudged mascara lay bellow them. She went straight to her usual table, still alone, and took a few deep breaths before opening the menu and selecting what she wanted. The single glass of Champaign arived quickly and all she did was look at it with glossy eyes. It must have been fithteen minutes before she picked it up, by which time her food had been served and getting cold. She hadnt even glanced at anything else, only the glass.

With tears now slowly falling down her face she held up the glass and whispered, "cheers love," as if he were still sat with her. Thats when i knew he wasnt coming later, tomorrow or anyother day for that matter. Her face was now scrunched up, make up running down her face and gasping for air. Quickly, she got to the bottom of the glass and sat looking at the empty chair opposite her. Food still untouched she grabbed her bag and left. I watched her face as she was walking past my table, she looked at me for just a moment but in that short encounter i could see she was in pain, an unbearable, all consuming pain. A pain only very lucky people will ever know. The pain of losing pure happiness. I say lucky because if you can loose it as much as she had, she must know how glorious it is to have no worries and a wide, teeth showing smile that you cant comtain. To have a reason to get out of bed in the morning, not just because you have things to do but beacuse you genuinely enjoy the life you have.

Ive learnt that the happiest people in this world have the most to loose, and she had lost it in the worst sence of the word.