Dreams and Visions

How It Should Have Ended

How It Should Have Ended

I lay on the couch with a pillow over my head. I had what was quickly developing into a full blown migraine and I was pretty sure I knew the reason why. It was the Saturday of Labor Day weekend. The one year anniversary.

And all I could think of was my silly hope of him showing up on my doorstep. 

I heard thunder rumble off in the distance and sighed. 

Home alone. Thunder storm. Migraine.

This is going to be awesome.

An immeasurable amount of time passed as my headache progressively got worse. I knew I was going to be alone till at least midnight so it surprised me when the doorbell rang. I slowly stood up and made my way to the front door. Through the window I could see a familiar silhouette against the dark pouring rain. My heart jumped into my throat. It couldn’t be... 

Did I have a fever? 

Was I imagining things?

I carefully unlocked the door and cracked it open. I took a step towards the dark figure and fumbled for the switch to turn on the porch light. It never occurred to me that the person on my doorstep was someone other than him.

I found the switch and flicked the light on. I almost fainted when I saw that it was indeed him standing there. I ran a hand through my messy red hair, trying to figure out if it looked decent or not. I was in my pajamas. How embarrassing.

 My pounding head seemed to subside for a moment. Then it was gone.

When he saw me his eyes lit up. He took a step towards me but suddenly I felt cautious. Why was he here? Was he just going to try and hurt me again? I walked backwards till my back was pressed up against the front door.

I was afraid. I was afraid of him.

“What do you want?” I asked him weakly.

“I want to apologize.”

“For what?”

“For what I did to you.”

Was this a dream? Surely it had to be. There was no other explanation. Never in real life would he apologize to me. 

“Please. Accept my apology. I am so very sorry for what I did to you.” He took another couple steps towards me and placed an arm on either side of my head. I looked at him with wide eyes as he leaned in and kissed me on the lips.

As soon as my lips began moving with his, I knew.

He was forgiven.

How It Did End

I continued laying on the couch as my headache kept  getting progressively worse. It rained and thundered but no one ever came. I was left to hope but hoping never did anything but hurt.