For Her Sake
It was stormy out again, as was the atmosphere inside the little cottage on top of the mountain. Boom! The thunder was just adding to the cacophony inside the little space. “Why can’t you listen?” cried her lover, “Why?” she shrugged her shoulders. He shook his hands in front of her face. “My hands are shaking right now, because of what you’ve done.” Rage blew through her, “what I’ve done?” She asked in an incredulous voice. “What I’ve done.” The man sat heavily done on the little couch, fisting his hand in his hair. The woman laughed roughly, pushing her hands through her hair.
What did I ever see in him? She thought. Walking into the hall way, pacing. Well, he had the looks; she always fell for the dark brooding type. During the first few months, he was the perfect gentleman, holding the doors open, pulling out the chairs, and whispering sweet nothings in her ears. She held back at first, and he had understood, telling her to take her time, and eventually she had divulged her secrets. She had relished the feel of finally telling someone. Pacing even harder she let out a shaky breath, and felt dazed for a moment. With sudden determination she marched back into the small living room. “Good-bye, Victor.”
And with that, she walked out of the cottage, her head held high, and feet stomping. She marched to her car, opened the door, got in, slammed the door, shoved the keys into the ignition, and squealed out of the driveway. Why didn’t I think this through? She thought, why? Stop, she told herself, you’ve been asking yourself that too much lately. Pushing the pedal to the floor, she sped around corners to town. It’s time to move on, she thought firmly; about time too. She sped through a stop sign, “nobodies here anyways” she said. At first, the storm was everywhere, beating against everything. Now everything was calm, serene, and beautiful. Forgetting where she was, she stared slack jawed out he window, forgetting where she was. “The eye of the storm” she whispered, awed.
Sadly, the moment was over and her little car was tossed into the storm. She was flying, she thought, no-more like being shaken like a ragdoll. Well, she thought, looks like I’ve been up here awhile. I guess I deserve it. I mean, after I met him, I didn’t spend any time with anyone else. I was besotted and enraptured, she realized. I had been so desperate for someone else’s love, I forgot to look around me first. Well, this was just what I needed, a wake-up call. Really painful and sad, but a wake-up call nonetheless. She sighed, clearly disheartened. She knew what happened when things go up, they must come down. Her stomach dropped, and she gulped. “Good-bye.”
