It has been a while since I participated in the Scriptic prompt exchange.
Thank you Flaming Nyx for the prompt, it was a fun challenge.
Letters Better
Kept (Scriptic)
The sand was warm, and there was just
enough of a breeze to make this particular Sunday one of the best in Newport
that I had seen in a long time. The waves swelled and rested repeatedly,
dragging part of the shoreline back with each rhythmic motion. It soothed me. It
might be the sounds or just the easy feeling of a simple landscape, but the
ocean has always helped me to relax.
With the distractions removed it should
have been easy for me to write, but the words fizzled as they moved from my
head to my hand. Frustration became aggravation, and then the radio started
playing a familiar song. My pen landed on the paper like it had a mind of its
own.
Tobias,
You
were right Toby; only love can break your heart, that’s how you know it’s love.
We were so young when you first said those words, I didn’t know I would be
playing them over and over again like a broken record in my head years later,
but I do. It was here on this beach that I fell in love with you, and it is
here on this beach that I sit, alone, thinking about you, about us.
I
can still remember the first time you brought me here. It was three o’clock in
the morning and my curfew was eleven. There was something exciting about being
with you and doing what I was not supposed to do. I fell asleep with my head in
your lap. I’m not sure how you managed to maneuver the stick shift with my
shoulders in the way, but you did. Simple times, simple memories that are now
etched on my heart like scratches in my soul. It’s a good thing I wasn’t
counting time then; I was free to just enjoy being with you, no scorecard, no expectations,
no regrets.
How
long will it take before I can sit here on this beach and not think of you and
all of our empty promises. My friends tell me “It’s for the best” that we are
not together anymore, but it doesn’t feel like it, and there are some things
they will never know. It makes me want to cram the words back in their mouth
sideways. I bet they wouldn’t taste so good going down with a truth chaser now, would they? How could they understand what it feels like to be without you?
They all go home to their spouses in cute little houses, with pat schedules for
their kids, cats, dogs, and family dinners. It makes me angry. It makes me sad.
My
heart was broken when you told me to go, and crushed when you told me you were
getting married. It was supposed to be our wedding, we made the plans, set the
date, and then you married her… how could you? She was supposed to be my best
friend. Betrayal is a bitter fruit to taste; I knew someday you would both pay
for the hurt you caused, that’s the way the world works, but it wasn’t
happening fast enough for me.
How
could I have known that I would run into her again, that she would ask me to
come over and see your son? It was hard not to be bitter, to swallow my pride
and speak to her trapped as we slowly went from the fourth floor to the main
floor of the building. When the elevator opened, she handed me the address and
told me you would not be home all weekend. “Please come by,” she said. And so I
did.
I fought back the heart-wrenching pain as I walked through the door of
your home, and saw your son, your room, your life. I stayed for too long, while
she reminisced of better times. She told me that I should have fought for you,
that she believed we were meant to be together. She told me about how sorry she
was, how unhappy she was, how she wished things had been different. While I
choked back tears and words that were better left unsaid, you walked in through
the front door. Thoughts flew through my head so fast it was all I could do to
breathe.
Months
passed. You became friends with my current boyfriend. We had dinners together,
camped together, laughed, and lived together. After a while it was easier to
accept where you were, and that it was supposed to be that way. I would be
lying if I told you I didn’t love you anymore, I did, but I found a place to
put everything so that I could function, and continue moving forward.
Timing
is everything. It had only been three days since I broke it off with my
boyfriend, when I opened the door to see you standing on my back porch in the
dark, she wasn’t with you. I had already polished off half a bottle of whiskey
by myself. It wasn’t like me; I didn’t like to drink alone. You’d had your
share too; I could smell it on you, all over you. I let you in.
I
wondered why you weren’t home with your wife and son on Valentine’s Day, it was
where I thought all married people would be, with each other, but here you were
standing in my kitchen with so many words trapped inside your eyes. Before you
had a chance to let any of them run loose in my presence, I kissed you. Your
lips were warm, familiar, easy to taste. I barely felt your fingers move
through my hair as you kissed me back, slowly, deeply, deliberately.
I
didn’t notice that we were no longer standing in the kitchen, until after our
naked bodies separated. The first words spoken were yours, “thank you.” I just
nodded my head and slowly got dressed. In the dark, you would never see the
tears that crept down my face. I still loved you. You still wanted me. All of
this was so wrong, but you were right Tobias…only love can break your heart, we
are living proof.
Always,
Cally
As I shut the
door on a memory, I knew it could never happen again. I poured another shot,
turned the music up, and danced by myself until the sun came up.
I gave Sinistral Scribblings at http://sinistralscribblings.com this prompt: Red roses and rice paper walls.
This is brilliant; you brought that piece to life for me. Hat tip.
ReplyDeleteThank you FlamingNyx.
DeleteSad story. But with a hopeful ending that she finally closed the door. Nice work.
ReplyDeleteIt is a sad story Stephanie, sometimes that is the catalyst for change.
DeleteThank you for taking the time to read it and respond.
Dammit, i should have read this later, as I will be wiping tears away now for the rest of the day.
ReplyDeletet, it was a difficult one to write down and let go of. I would say I am sorry for the tears, but in reality I am glad you can feel them in this piece. If you were closer I would cry with you. My next will be much happier an ending, okay?
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Wow! This Tobias sure gets around.
ReplyDeletehttp://joycelansky.blogspot.com
Of all the names huh Joyce? :-)
DeleteSo sad. Your descriptions are amazing - I love how you depict the beach, the sand, the music...
ReplyDeleteThank you Kelly. I rarely write in first person, so this proved to be a challenge.
DeleteOne stolen moment of love. I love how you leave open the question of whether it was worth it and whether the emotion is painful for the writer or whether it's exactly right.
ReplyDeleteThanks Jessie, I always appreciate your input.
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