Your Love Is a Lie

May 4, 2010

        I cradle the cup of coffee within my cold hands.  I blink my eyes slowly and wait for the caffeine to seep into my system.  Last week I asked Sarah to move in with me, she said she would call me with her answer.  She hasn’t called and I haven’t slept.  

 I feel that I have given her enough space, and I want to go check on her, just in case.  So I exit the small coffee shop, waving to the stewardess on the way out.  The cold wind picks up as I step outside,  The clouds swirling over head, causing me to shiver.

 Jumping into my beat-up car, I start the engine roughly.  It replies with a defiant roar and sputters out, dying.  I give a frustrated groan, and roll out of the car, lock it and start walking in the direction of Sarah’s apartment.  

 It starts to drizzle as I turn the corner and step onto her block. I stuff my hands in my pocket and keep walking, my eyes fixed on the window that leads into her room.  I smile as I remember the time I had climbed the fire escape in order to present her roses right out side her window.  

 I walk into the building, taking the elevator up to her floor.  I step out of the elevator and turn down the hall.  I see someone already at her door, so I slow down my walking.  I see him putting a small crumpled up note in her small mail box.  He looks around like he might be caught, like he is doing something he shouldn’t be doing.  

I reach her door and wait for him to leave, he spots me and, with wide eyes, pushes past me roughly.  This causes the note to come fluttering out of the box, landing on the floor with a small flutter.  

 Turning around to look for the guy, I see him already in the elevator, with the doors closing.  I shrug, bending down to retrieve the letter.  Without meaning to, I glimpse down at the paper, immediately wishing I didn’t.  On the first line, written in bold, are all my worries about my girlfriend.  Angrily, I shove the note into my back pocket, turning to leave.  

 The door creaks open behind me and a blond head flutters in the side of my vision.

          “Drew!” She shrieks, hugging me with all of he might.  I swallow back my anger and hug her back, biting my tongue about the note.  She reaches up and pecks me on the cheek, making a face at my week-old beard.  I don’t make a face back, too distracted by the fact that she never kisses me on the cheek.  

         “Sorry, I was just on my way out,” She continues on, smiling at me, but I can tell that it doesn't quite reach her eyes. It already feels like she’s gone.  I plaster a fake smile on my face and clear my throat.

         “That’s alright, I was just stopping by to check on you.” I reply, my voice shaking a bit near the end. The smile drops off her face and she gives me a small glare.  

         “Drew I don’t need a babysitter.” She mutters looking at the floor. I nod and loop my arm through hers, pulling her towards the elevator.  The door closes behind us and I look down at her. An awkward silence fills the elevator and I clear my throat.

         “I know. I was just wondering where you were last night, I tried calling you around eleven.” She swallows roughly, and smiles up at me, worry in her eyes.  

         “Oh, I was just out with some friends.” She replies, shifting uncomfortably.  The doors ding open and she rushes out, making her way to the door quickly.  I follow her out onto the street, looking at her emotionlessly.  She only turns around to blow me a quick kiss, then rushes off to the parking lot.

          “Bye hon!” She calls as she rounds the corner, waving slowly.  I give a curt wave back and angrily stomp off in the direction of my car, tears threatening to spill out.