Letters you'll never read

Green jeans

You weren't in our usual spot. I wasn't worried. You wouldn't leave me.

The clock ticked and the minutes went by. I kept waiting. I would wait a million years.

I saw Beth across the road, wearing dark green jeans. I remember that very clearly. It's strange. Green jeans.

"Beth," I called to her, wondering where you were. She turned and saw me, and stood up a little straighter. She crossed the road, her head down. When she reached me, she lifted her face to mine and I saw her eyes. They were red and her cheeks glistened with tears.

"Beth . . ." I murmured. I placed my hands on her shoulders and pulled her in for a hug. She sobbed on my shoulder, shaking. I don't know how long we stood there, Beth crying, me feeling afraid. Eventually she pulled back. "Are you okay?" I asked stupidly and she shook her head. "What happened?" Then she lifted her head and I saw it in her eyes.

"No."

I fell to my knees in the middle of the wet footpath and let my jeans get soaked as everyone walked around me, walking to the beat of their own song. I knew, by the look in Beth's eyes, that your song had ended.

-P.