Running of the Cult

Feelings

     It all started on the outside of a small cafe, two women had sat together at a little table. The sun was beaming upon them. The brisk warm air swayed through the women's hair. The blonde haired woman with curly ringlets lacked eye contact with the other women whom had dark brown hair which seemed to be falling out. The blonde was dress nicely, she wore a blue off-the-shoulders shirt with a heart locklet that her lover gave her.  She was also wearing denim jeans with a pair of boots. 

The brown hair women was wearing sweatpants and a tank top, she was very disheveled but she didn't care because she knew that she wasn't out to impress anyone.

 The situation had seemed very uncomfortable for the blonde, she looked as if she didn't want to speak. They had similar facial structures but the woman with brown hair had seemed more big boned than the blonde.

"Tara, do you even know if you love him?"
The round woman asked as she took a sip of what seemed to be iced tea. The blonde had just stared at the cup in which her spoon was rimming around the edge. She had a tiny teacup for hot tea because she felt cold. She always dealt with chillness, she was always cold. The rimming of her cup caused a slight ringing sound, but not loud enough to be heard by one's ear but Tara heard it. She was always alert.

Her name was Tara, the woman whom had presented much anxiety in a simple conversation. She seemed to have a resting frown on her face. The way she had sat gave her poor posture that paraded the emptiness that she had felt inside. Her eyes were like transparent glass, you could see how she is such a poor and lonely soul. She is such a pretty girl, she seemed to acquired plastic and silicon amongst her body, but why did she convey such a deserted heart. Did she love him?
"Savanna, I don't know if I love him. I am trying to open up to see if I do-"

Tara answered as she just stared down at her spoon. She took a deep gulp as she look up at the woman, whom had been called Savanna. Tara continued to speak as she had finished her uncertain sentence.
"Why does it even matter, I've known him for almost about two years now. He has been here for me no matter how depressed I get, or when I tell him that I want him to leave. He always stays. He loves my kids, I love his daughter. We just started our romantic interest in each other but I don't think that's your business. I get you're my cousin, but there's some things I need to figure out on my own-"

"I am worried, that's all, Tara Lynn. You shouldn't run around kissing on a man that may hurt you-"
Savanna told her cousin with a bold voice.
Tara struggled when her cousin had much such a remark. Tara had known that she had given that man a lot more than a kiss. She knew they had woken up that very morning in his bedroom. Their fingers were intertwined; she remembered breeze that had filled the room from the window that he had opened the night before, so they wouldn't get hot from the heat that they had exchanged.

She didn't know what love was, but she felt as if she did in deed love this man. She was scared to admit because her childhood was the nothing she would ever consider love. The thought of her childhood just hurt her soul. She was a mother when she was just a little girl, she was forced to be an adult when she was just thirteen years old. She had never wanted her life to be like that. She had such big plans but it all went wrong. It was nothing that she had control of.

"So when is he coming to pick you up?" Savanna looked at the dumbfounded blonde.

Tara looked at her cousin with that same resting frown, "I don't know, his phone is broken. He said he will be here when he is off work; it should be soon. The butcher shop closed already, and he was telling Eliza that we were going out tonight." Tara answered.
Eliza was Tara's twin sister, Tara viewed her sister as if she was a blessing. Eliza took her kids in when they had no where else to go. Tara has such love for her sister.