Maybe he was just in a bad mood
Maybe he asked me to lunch to apologise and make up for everything
This couldn't be further from the truth
There he sat
A plastic bag at his side, filled with all different colours and lumps
Her smile fading as soon as she saw
He was not here to reconcile
"This is everything of yours I could find," he says scratching the back of his head, still unable to look her in the eye
"Oh thanks" her voice was quiet again
The lunch was awkward
Painful
All she wanted to do was reach out
Hold his hand
She knew he wouldn't allow it
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"Just one last stroll?"
She practically begged him
Forcing a smile upon her lips
The autumn leaves hid the once grey footpath which they walked
"Is it me?"
It broke him to hear those words
He shook his head
"Then what? I don't understand what's happened"
He pulled her into a tight hug as her tears painted her beautiful face
"You were my first love"
And just like that
He was gone
YOU ARE READING
Transient
Short Story"But as told My euphoria is only transient - as was he" We fall and then we crash, and we do it over and over again until the right person catches you. Before the crash we were perfect, we danced in the rain, we travelled together, we shared so man...
