The smell of wet wood of the old sturdy porch with wet drips hitting impact between the soft roaring thunder would crest the rain invitation at the break of dawn. Oh, how my heart aches and my breathing is taken from my graze, watching the man I oath and swore to protect and love approach me, standing at my door I groan in annoyance as I kept my silence, still under the impression of heartbreak. I can sense the tears already forming, this wasn't true. How on earth did he find me? is this a dream? his cologne would rush toward the red tip of my nose, as he stood above, staring down at me, frowning as usual. He would only give a slight hum, wiping those same tears that drain more slowly than ever. This felt just like the movies, Two people who lost the sense of their way with one's heart, yet destined to become intertwined and whole once more. I wouldn't dare to strike such hatred towards the man who decided to leave, as for what was worth, I loved him too much for me to keep hurting, So I stood. Still and stiffened as his hands rubbed and squeezed the right shoulder, pulling me closer as he hushed out.
"I miss you..."
"no, you don't..."
"I do babe-"
"Don't call me that-"
"Jasmine..." he recorrected swiftly, he was very cautious and weary where his hands would place upon. his eyes glossed and red, puffy from the amounts of stress and sadness he must've encountered. It made me want to cry even more, all those memories, laughs, cries, yelling, and intimacy thrown just like that. Garbage. Why does he get to cry? he chose this.
"Why are you here?"
"You called."
"I don't recall..."
"Well, you texted me, and your address... and here I am.." he replied, showing the lit screen of his phone before shoving it back within the jacket.
"..."
"I must've been drunk when I sent that...But why?" I would ask now facing the anxiety itself, those eyes and lips I've once explored and affectionate upon, now just a glimpse of a feature upon the man's face, my eyes were too glued on the mole near the upper lip, I wouldn't dare to breakdown, not again, not once more, I was crazy, insane, deeply attached and devoted to someone who is now just a mere memory, a treasure, stranger.
"Because, I'll always be here..."
"But you aren't."
"Jasmine please- this was h-"
"you PROMISED...and now we're just two people who once shared a connection..."
"I'm sorry, I Just.. Just didn't want to hurt you."
"but you did!...don't you realize you gave up on us.. on everything, we could've done it- but you're just so stub-"
"I'M FUCKED UP...I'm not enough Jasmine....Fuck...I am a burden, and our small outbursts of fire isn't good... I'm too much of a coward, I'm your burden I don't deserve you." he blurted, his rage showing within the clench of his hand, waving the fist lightly as if he wanted to punch something.
Hearing those words, shattered me. I couldn't believe he felt that way, I swore I gave enough reassurance, but I truly was hard-headed, I wasn't very nurturing, I realize that now,..I was the one not seeing it. I fucked up.. and now I'm too late, But I'll still do what I felt was more than what felt right, it was destiny. As I tried calming down i would only step forward with the shut of the door, leaning softly as I choked on my words, before knowing it, I was already a mess.
"Oh, Anthony... I'm sorry." I wailed out, crying like a child my arms would only invite the man, grabbing by the head into a soft hold, my fingers fiddling along the locks of his hair as his arms closed lower around my waist, we both wept. The warmth would seemingly only make the drizzle come to a stop, the edging section of light would soon beam, the sun greeting the two who stood still as the time would hunch into a sudden stop, nothing but silence and the sniffling and ruffling of two people grasping dearly to one another.
