Poems and Stories

For Janinna 💕

One of my soul sisters sent this prompt to me. And I just wanted to see if I still got it with writing on the fly. I hope this delivered.

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She is finally silent, though her heavy breaths could still be heard within the stillness of the four walls of their living room. Her watery eyes are cold, determined, angry. She continues to look at him.

Him.

The man she once promised to love forever. The man she once said she’ll grow old together with. The man who held her heart for the longest time.

The man who she fell in-love once.

The same man that she isn’t in-love with anymore.

“I’m done,” she quietly says, sitting down on the couch she remembers as the very first furniture they bought together all those years ago. She chuckles bitterly at this realization. “I am just so done.” Continue reading “For Janinna 💕”

Poems and Stories

Unbalanced – A Short Story

He’s seen her.

From the beginning of his concert from the stage until now. Even with the bright lights shining down on him, the loud sounds of the arena all around, he still sees her.

She’s not exactly up front but she’s quite close that he can still make out what she looks like. Her long, brown hair flowing around her shoulders, her dark yet smoldering, bright eyes, and those full pink lips, smirking.

Continue reading “Unbalanced – A Short Story”

Poems and Stories

A Carved Dream (A Short Story)

Title: A Carved Dream

For AMACon 5

Genre: Semi-Thriller

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“NO! STOP!”

I suddenly bolt up screaming, drenched in cold sweat and panting like I just ran a marathon. I look around, bewildered, trying to get a sense of where I am when I realize that I’m in my bedroom and I was just having a damn nightmare. Even though I knew it was but a dream – for a moment, I couldn’t distinguish where I was and what was reality. I look at my hands and breathe a sigh of relief when I didn’t see any blood just as my brain registers that my sheets are all tangled between my legs and my hair is sticking out all over the place.

“Just a dream. Just a nightmare. Nothing more,” I mumble out as I pass my shaking hands across my face. I’m a trembling mess.

Grabbing my chest and breathing deeply, I close my eyes as I try to tell my heart to calm the fuck down. Easier said than done, I know, but I need to do it if I don’t want to look like a fucking zombie when I go to work later. I know it’s probably very early in the morning since it’s still dark out and I probably have a few more hours for sleep.

Though based on the thundering beats of my heart – I’m not sure if it’s possible for me to go back to sleep. What with the adrenaline that is still pulsing through my whole body. Plus I’m not even sure if I really do want to go back to sleep.

Not if I would be seeing—

“It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream, Nicky,” I tell myself. “It’s not happening and it’s never going to happen, alright?” Continue reading “A Carved Dream (A Short Story)”

Poems and Stories

Souled (A Short Story)

Title: Souled

Written for AMACon 5 at Twitter

Genre: Drama

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He enters the restaurant with his office mates and bosses after their company’s board meeting ended early. It’s bound to be a light night out, that perhaps will end in a few drinks a little later after dinner. He’s in a pretty good mood, what with it being almost weekend and all.

Walking inside the restaurant they had reservations in, he’s laughing at one of the jokes that his director is telling him when he suddenly stops in his tracks. He doesn’t understand it but his heart suddenly starts to pound.

What’s going on? He wonders and places a hand against his heart, frowning as he looks down. This is unusual. He thinks as he feels his heart threatening to jump out of his chest. He feels anxious and he doesn’t know the reason why. I need to calm down.

Then he feels a tingle go down his spine as goosebumps erupt along his arms. He suddenly looks up, eyes wide and still full of wonder, his gaze zeroing in on… something—no, rather… a someone.

And his breathing hitches.

Oh god… He thinks as he tries to stifle the gasp that’s about to come out of his lips, his heart clenching so painfully hard that he starts to breathe shallowly. Continue reading “Souled (A Short Story)”

Poems and Stories · Random Thoughts

Smiles

He smiles as he watches her, thinking how much of a lucky bastard he is that she said yes to him when he proposed.

“What are you thinking?” she asks him as she turns her head towards him, catching him off guard, making his breath slightly hitch – with the beatific grin she has on her lips.

“How lucky I am that you are mine,” he replies softly, honestly – showing her his infamous bedimpled smile.

She smiles wider as she scoots closer to him, wraps her slender arms around his neck and plants a kiss on his lips.

“I am luckier because I have you.”

He savors her kisses as he closes his eyes, pulling her closer so he feels the beating of her heart against his.

Yes, he’s one lucky bastard indeed.

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First Night

They were cuddling on the bed with barely their underwear on, eyes gazing at each other, fingers grazing each other’s skin as they slowly smiled.

Contented.

Sated.

Loved.

“Hi,” he softly whispered.

“Hi, yourself,” she whispered back.

He then leaned towards her and gave her the softest of kisses on her lips. She responded, slowly at first, kissing him fully, her lithe hands traveling to his nape.

Then the kiss turned fiery.

Passionate.

All consuming.

Red hot and burning.

He broke away panting. “Another?”

She opened her eyes, gasping. “Yes. Oh, yes.”

Together – they delved.

Poems and Stories

Seulement Vous (A Short Story)

She was clutching an old, ratty teddy bear close to her chest, while she was browsing through her phone reading about current events and news on her Fox News app. She tightened her hold on said teddy bear when she read about a recent act of terrorism in the French Alps, her beautiful face contorting into a frown.

He came in from the kitchen of the lake house they were renting for that week, holding an apple in one hand and found her curled on the couch in her satin camis and shorts, with the ratty teddy bear and a frown on her brows. He chuckled to himself as he observed her, crossing his arms across his chest and took a quick bite of the apple he was holding.

The crunch of the apple had her looking up from her phone and frowning even more when she saw him grinning widely at her as he was chewing. She then went back to her phone and ignored the chuckles that was coming from him.

He sighed and shook his head, a smile still on his face as he walked towards her. He gently sat beside her lying form, lifting her legs up and putting it on his lap as he sat down.

“What are you doing?” he asked as he continued to munch on the apple.

“Reading,” she answered shortly.

“Grouch,” he teased under his breath, caressing her legs.

“I heard that.”

“I intended for you to,” he retorted, the grin still not leaving his face to which she simply rolled her eyes and continued on reading the news on her phone.

“What is that you’re reading?”

“Will you never stop with the questions?” she asked, sitting up, frowning at him with a matching pout on her lips.

He chortled. “Will you never stop clutching that old teddy bear when we’re not out and about?” he gestured towards the teddy that was still in her arms.

“For your information, this teddy bear –”

“Was given to you by your dad when you were only 3 years old and it’s the only thing of importance that you remember from your childhood with him,” he finished, leaning towards her and giving her a soft kiss on her lips. “I know that, babe. Don’t answer a question with another question,” he whispered when he moved his head away from her.

She sighed and reached out to ruffle his hair, to which he complained, making her chuckle. She then proceeded to tuck herself beside him, his arms automatically going around her shoulders. She continued on reading, however, much to his dismay.

“What is that you’re reading that’s so important you even ignore me on our vacation?” he exasperatedly asked, placing the apple core on the table beside the couch.

“Current news, love.”

After a few heartbeats, he then asked again, “Ok – and then?” She looked up at him, confused at his impatient tone. “Babe, you’ve been giving me short answers all night. What about the current news? What is so important about the current news that has you so engrossed in it, you ignore your new husband, hmmm?”

This time, she grinned when he pouted at her like a five-year old. She reached up and gave him a tender kiss, that quickly evolved into a deeper one when he gently grasped her head and opened her lips with his, his tongue quickly but softly dancing with hers. She moaned appreciatively but cut the kiss short before it got hotter and heavier.

“I’m reading about this terrorist who attacked a mother and her 3 daughters in the French Alps,” she breathlessly explained. “Given that we’re here honeymooning in Lake Annecy, I thought I should be aware of what’s going on around us as well.”

“Where exactly did this act of terror happened?” he asked, frowning, suddenly serious as he tried to look for the remote control to open the TV and watch the news.

“Laragne-Montéglin.”

When he couldn’t find the remote control anywhere, he took her phone from her, ignoring her protests and opened her maps app to check how far away they were from the said terror attack, brows furrowing. He swiped up and down her phone, still frowning. Then stopped, looking quickly at her. Then he went back and read the news from her news app.

“Babe?” he asked after a few seconds.

“Yes, love?” she anxiously replied, sitting up straight, grappling the teddy bear tighter in her arms. “Is it near us? Do we need to move from this lake house? I could call the landlord and say that –” she stopped when she heard him chuckle. “What’s funny? Hey! What’s funny?! Why are you suddenly laughing??”

He was outright laughing at this point. “Oh, babe. Babe, babe, babe…” he said while shaking his head and pulled her towards him. He gave her a light kiss on her forehead, circled his arms around her and caressed her arms up and down. “Calm down. Laragne is 150 miles away from us. Plus the news didn’t say it was an act of terrorism. Just a crazy dude who attacked a mom. Don’t fret anymore.”

“You were able to gather all that in those few seconds you took my phone?!” she exclaimed incredulously, grabbing her phone back from him to see for herself.

He shrugged even as he gathered her in his arms, pulling her even closer to him so that she was sitting on his lap. He started to nuzzle her neck, breathing in her scent, planting a soft kiss on her skin, here and there.

“I’m a fast reader,” he breathed, slowly tracing her skin with his lips. “And I’m very, very good at swiping and changing apps with my fingers,” he added, his fingers now travelling up and down her thighs, circling her skin, making her giggle.

“Stop that!” she teasingly chided, slapping his hands away, half-heartedly. “It tickles.”

“I know a place where you’re more ticklish,” he whispered in her ear, nibbling on it.

“Naughty boy,” she murmured, even as she gave him more access to her neck, tilting her head to the side. To which of course, he immediately dived in and gave her soft, open-mouthed kisses.

“Hmmm… As much as I want to stay indoors, I rented the boat out for tonight,” he mumbled, still giving her kisses, nipping the skin on her shoulder.

“Can we just cancel and stay in?”

He moved away from feasting on her neck and sighed. “I’d really love to do that, babe. You know that. But this would be the 4th time we’ll do that if ever and I don’t think the boat renter will be happy with us anymore.”

She giggled. “And whose fault was it that we weren’t able to go the last three times?” she teased, one eyebrow going up in challenge.

He simply shook his head and laughed, carrying her in his arms as he stood up, gently placing her back on the ground. “Go, dress up,” he ordered, slapping her butt affectionately as she was walking away. “And bring a sweater. It might get chilly tonight.”

Half an hour later and they were on the lake boat that he rented that night, lazily gliding down the middle of the lake. He then turned off the motor of the boat when he was sure that he maneuvered them far away from most of the boats that were still out that night, to have a sense of privacy even outdoors.

She was sitting down at the other end of the boat, her head tilted up, a small smile on her lips as she looked towards the clear, night skies. He came and sat beside her, not before getting a chilled wine from the cooler he brought with them, two wine glasses and some cut apples with the special caramel she liked from the province of Brittany.

She smiled brightly at him as he was approaching, and he answered her back with a soft smile of his own. He poured her a glass of the crisp pinot grigio and put down the apples with the caramel between them to share.

“Hmmm… You brought my favorites,” she quipped, taking a sip from her glass and biting into an apple slice. “Plus this boat, the clear skies, the moon and the stars twinkling above. You do know how to spoil me, love.”

“You forgot one more thing, babe.”

“What?”

“Me. You also have me.”

She laughed her tinkering laugh, making him smile even wider, finding joy in her happiness. “You’re so cheesy,” she told him.

“Yet you still love me.”

She continued on chuckling. “That I do, love. That I do. You’re my favorite brand of cheese.”

“Now, who’s being the cheesy one?” he teased, earning him a playful smack on his arm.

“Shush, you.”

She then moved the plate of apples and caramel to one side and cuddled beside him, his arms automatically going around her once more. She sighed, contented, as she leaned her head on his shoulders. They both looked up towards the skies appreciating it being littered with lots of stars that night, with the moon being the only thing shining down brightly on them.

“I love how the moon is so bright that you do not need to turn on the boat’s lights,” she commented, taking another sip from her glass and a bite of an apple slice dipped in caramel.

“I’m glad that we took the boat out tonight when it’s full moon too,” he replied, turning his head to give her a kiss on her forehead. She tilted her head towards him and gave him a kiss back on his stubbled chin.

“Thank you,” she whispered, reaching up to caress his cheek, smiling when he turned towards her, his eyes shining and full of love. “This whole week has been wonderful.”

He leaned down and gave her one of the softest kisses she had ever received in her life. “Thank you for saying yes to me,” he whispered back, staring at her. “You are wonderful. And I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“We already started,” she whispered back, her eyes closing of their own accord when he swooped down again for another kiss.

“That we did, babe. That we did,” he replied softly as he looked at her lovingly, remembering everything that they had to go through before getting to where they were now.

//

“Uh, miss?”

She was startled out of her reverie when someone snuck up on her that she fell from the tree root that she was sitting on. “Ouch!”

“Oh my, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you. Are you ok?” the voice that surprised her asked, coming to her rescue and helping her up gently. 

She didn’t reply but was grumbling to herself and was about to tell the person to mind their own business when she looked up and saw the most gorgeous, deep brown eyes she had ever seen, staring back at her worriedly. 

“Uhm…” she started but was unable to continue. “I… Well…”

“Are you all right? Is there anything that hurts? I really am sorry,” he started to babble incessantly, which she suddenly found cute. “But you see – I didn’t expect to see anyone here since this is a closed mine. Ours, yes. But still closed. I’m with some engineers back there who are also with my father so we could check this abandoned mine to finally see the cause of why it collapsed. We wanted to see if it can be opened again.  See?  They’re over there,” he explained as he pointed towards a group of men who was inspecting the other entrance to the mine. “What are you even doing here? This place is actually off-limits.”

She suddenly remembered why she was there and smiled forlornly, looking towards the other closed entrance where she was actually seated. “My dad died here when I was nine. We were never able to retrieve a body. He was a miner.” She looked at him and added, “Probably one of your miners, too. If you’re saying that this mine is actually yours.”

“Oh,” he softly intoned. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

Her only reply was a sad smile as she stood up and then she started to walk away.

//

“You’re here again.”

She turned her head and smiled when she saw him walking towards her. This has been their fifth time “bumping” into each other at the mine. “I always try to come here and pay my respects to my dad. You already know this.”

“You must love him very much.”

“I do. He was a great man.”

“Where’s your mom?” 

At this, she frowned at the different question than that of what he usually asks then shook her head. “At home. Afraid to even leave. Afraid of letting me go. I actually snuck out just to go here.”

“Wow. That must be really hard for you. Well, for both of you.”

“Yeah…”

“Hey, listen,” he started and his tone made her look at him questioningly. She watched as he grabbed his nape, an act of nervousness, and smiled sheepishly. “Uh… How do I say this without sounding like a turd?” She smiled as he talked to himself. “Would you – uh… Well, would you like to have dinner with me? Tonight? If it’s not too much trouble. I’d just really like to get to know you better. You know, aside from meeting here every time.”

She looked at him and made him sweat for a bit, to which she smiled inwardly. Then she asked, “Why?”

“You intrigue me,” he said honestly, softly as he looked into her eyes.

She saw his sincerity that she smiled then nodded in affirmation. He smiled back, then took her hand.

This time, they walked away together.

//

“I will marry her and you can’t do anything to stop it!” he screamed at his parents, particularly at his father, who had a huge scowl on his face while his mother was in the background, sniffling. “I love her…” 

“Son, you can’t just…”

He raised his hand up to stop his father from continuing what he wanted to say. “No, father. I’ve had enough of your meddling with my life. The same with you, mother. I’ve had enough of you parading these different… Socialites,” he spewed out vehemently. “In front of me. I won’t ever like any of them. I only love one. And that’s her. And I will marry her. Whether you like it or not.”

“I will cut your inheritance from you,” his father threatened to which he only laughed. 

“Go ahead! I don’t care! I’d rather be poor and be with her, than be wealthy and unhappy without her.” He started to walk away from his parents, intent on leaving them behind.

“But she’s a nobody!” his mother shrieked. 

He turned around once more, anger in his features as he quietly replied. “And she is everything to me.”

//

“Are you sure about this already?” her mom asked her.

“Yes, mom. I love him.”

“But his parents are the owners of the mine where your dad died. It was their fault that we don’t have your dad today.”

She looked at her mom and smiled softly. “It’s not really his fault. He’s different, mom. You know this. You’ve seen how he is. Plus, he is not his parents. Do you know that he threw his inheritance away just to be with me?” 

“But then – how would you live? How would he provide for you? How could both of you even survive?”

“Don’t worry, mom. He told me he has several businesses outside of his parents’ mining industry that are solely his. And that he has enough savings for us to start a family of our own,” she explained then held her mother’s hand. “Please, mom. I don’t think I could live without him.  I love him too much. Just like you love dad…”

Her mother sighed. Then finally looked up at her and smiled. “All right. You both can have my blessing. Just don’t forget to visit me here, ok? I will be lonely without my only daughter around.”

She hugged her mom tight, tears starting to form at the corner of her eyes. “I love you, mom. Thank you for understanding.”

//

Looking back, he smiled wistfully, glad that all of that was already over and that they were finally here, together. Here in Lake Annecy, France – married to each other and honeymooning like the newlyweds that they were.

Together. Forever.

“What are you smiling about? Are you thinking of something again?”

He looked down at her, staring at her questioning eyes and smiling wider. “Seulement vous.”

“What?” she asked, wrinkling her nose, not understanding what he just said.

He chuckled. “Only you, babe. Only you. I love you.”

She snuggled in his embrace further. “Je t’aime aussi,” she said softly. “You’re not the only one who learned a few French words along the way, love.”

He laughed his full-on laugh this time around, making her smile and chuckle as well. “God, I love you. And I’m glad we’re in this together.”

“Forever.”

“Yes,” he whispered, sealing his affirmation with a kiss. “Forever.”

//

This was my entry for I, Explore – a new book by teamSMH over at Wattpad which veered away from our usual erotica stuff.  I also published this as a one-shot on my own Wattpad Account (come find me over there: @wuthie16)

The challenge was to write something fluffy with a minimum of 2000 words, max of 3000 with these five prompts which needed to be in the story – apple, teddy bear, moon, boat and terrorist. I think I reached 2900 words with this story.

This story could be MaiChard (AlDub to some) in an AU setting.  Or not really, and just let it remain as a short story since no names were mentioned anywhere in this one-shot.

Let me know your thoughts.  Tweet me or comment below.  I’m at @wuthie16 over at Twitter!  Come drop by and be my friend!

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One Sweet Dusk

This was originally written back in 2007 after my husband (then boyfriend) proposed to me.  He knew I loved the beach so this little short was inspired by what he did for me then. 🙂 I re-wrote it and changed some items in it just to keep it updated.  What do you think? 🙂

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Friday Night.  It was a nice night. The sky was clear. The sun was just setting, the moon was just rising out and little stars so far away started twinkling in their own innocent right.

We were driving home along the 101 freeway.  No traffic.  Few cars.  Just him and me with the wind whipping in our hair, because of the open windows, as we sped along the freeway.  We just came from an event at downtown LA.  We were so tired that we even declined an invite to go to another concert with VIP passes over at Anaheim. We thought it was too far and we would be home late if we go so we just said, “We’re tired and we’ll just go next time.”

So there we were, driving.  And as we were nearing the exit towards my house, I told him, “Hun, we’re a mile and a quarter away from Tampa. Go right.”  He nodded once and I thought he heard me.  But then, when the exit was just a quarter mile away, he still didn’t go right to supposedly exit and actually passed our supposed exit.  I turned to look at him incredulously when he looked right back and just smiled sheepishly.  I asked where we were going but he just shrugged and said that he had a shortcut to my house and that I didn’t need to worry.  I shrugged then and turned up the volume of the CD we were listening to.  I rested my head back, closed my eyes and suddenly, I was dozing off.

I didn’t know how long I was asleep for till I felt him shaking me slightly awake.  I heard him say, “Hunny, wake up.  We’re here.”  I surely thought that “here” was my house but when I opened my eyes, I saw and heard differently.  I couldn’t help the gasp that escaped me when I realized where we were.

We were parked by the beach.  The sun was already setting but it was still light out as the moon was rising up.  He took me to Malibu Beach, one of the beaches I love in Southern California.  I grinned up at him and he smiled back lovingly.  He was simply full of surprises.  He knew I love the beach so much.  Whichever beach actually, but he knew that I loved Malibu the best.

I heard the waves crashing along the shore, the birds and some seagulls twittering above us.  I heard the laughter of some other people that were still soaking up the last rays of the sun and enjoying the little waves the beach provided.  He looked at me then extended his hand for me to take.  I held his hand and he smiled once more.  “Let’s go,” he said.

Once alongside the beach, I kicked off my flip flops and ran barefoot across the sand towards the small waves, the cold water tickling my feet when it slowly approached.  I walked and skipped along the water, letting the waves roll over my feet.  He was laughing at my childishness, I knew.  I just had to grin at him for doing this for me.

Slowly, he approached me as I was looking out at the horizon and embraced me from behind, his chin resting on my shoulders, my hands automatically going around his arms that were on my waist.  We both breathed deeply and inhaled the sea air, smiling serenely at the romantic scenery we were experiencing.

After a while of comfortable silence, he released me from his embrace and gently took my hand.  We walked alongside the beach occasionally looking at each other and giving each other loving smiles.  We didn’t need words to communicate what we were feeling.  Everything was said through those smiles that we exchanged.  Cheesy?  I didn’t care.  I was happy.  I was loved.  And everything felt right.

When we both grew tired of walking along the beach and had our fill of the sea breeze and the waves crashing on our feet, we decided to finally, this time, really go home.  I squeezed his hand on our way back to the car.  He looked at me and arched his eyebrow, questioning me.  I just whispered, “Thank you”  and all was said in those two little words that I uttered.  He squeezed my hand back, pulled me gently towards him and kissed me on my forehead.

And then we drove off into the clear night sky.  Never forgetting what that night entailed.

 

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Originally written on August 08, 2007
Edited and reposted on July 07, 2016

Nowhere To Go

He Was…

He was the first person I saw among the throng of people inside the bus. He was looking outside the window, his forehead on it, lost in thought. His shoulders were slumped, his eyes depicted loneliness. An aloneness that could only come from somewhere deep within. Sadness that couldn’t be reached unless coaxed out.

There was an empty seat beside him. Why no one would want to sit at that seat, when there were people standing inside the bus already, was something I couldn’t fathom at that moment. Maybe that was why he was lonely.  Because no one would sit beside him. No one wanted to be with him. His face unsmiling, his eyes glassy – seemingly on the verge of tears. He was lonely.  Alone.  So I went to him and sat beside him.  He looked up briefly, met my eyes head on and gave a small smile, his lips quirking a little on the side, his deep dimple showing on his left cheek.  As if he was grateful that I sat beside him, that I alone understood how he wanted to be with someone and yet no one would hear his silent plea.

I smiled back, acknowledging his silent thanks.  His gaze lingered with mine for a few seconds, as if trying to decipher something but then he went back to staring outside the window. I was half tempted to talk to him, to ask him how he was. To know what it was that he was thinking. To know why he was alone and seemingly lonely. To ask if he needed someone to listen to him, be with him, understand him.

I looked at his reflection on the window. With the glaring bright lights inside the bus, it wasn’t hard to see him. I wanted to comfort him, wrap my arms around him. To offer my friendship. To offer a listening ear, a lending hand, a friendly shoulder to cry on.  Where these thoughts and sudden feelings came from, I didn’t know.  Maybe it was the way he looked so forlorn, all by himself despite the congested bus.  Maybe it was the way he gazed at me when I first sat beside him.  Maybe it was the way he smiled.

But then – my stop came.

I took a glance at him, trying to see if he would look at me. That alone would have stopped me and I would have stayed put. But he didn’t. He continued staring outside the window. He continued on his silent loneliness.

I stood up and walked towards the exit of the bus. I looked back at him and I was startled. He was looking right back at me. Before I went down, he mouthed “Thank you”, his lips quirking up again in that little smile of his, his dimple making an appearance yet again.

Then the bus door closed.

As I watched the bus drive away – I smiled as well. And thought – Will I see him again tomorrow?


Written originally on September 26, 2006
Edited and re-printed on March 28, 2016

Nowhere To Go

Puff. Puff. Swig.

She was trembling that night. As she silently padded her way from her bedroom to the balcony of her condo, she was trembling.  Slowly, she got out her cigarette pack from her back pocket and placed down a bottle of half-consumed red wine beside her as she sat down on her patio chair.

She lit a cigarette and puffed. She removed the cork of the red wine bottle and took a swig. She puffed once more. Puffed another. Then took a swig.

Puff.  Puff.  Swig.  

Puff.  Puff.  Swig.  

Puff.  Puff.  Swig.

Then she put the bottle down, threw her cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it.  She took out another.  She was trembling so hard that she dropped it before lighting it up.  She buried her face in her hands, cigarette in between her fingers and sobs started to rack her shoulders.

He was by her front door, standing there waiting for her to say something.  She would look anywhere but at him.  She told him, he should go.  That it was getting late and that he had a long way to drive before reaching home.  There was nothing left for them to talk about.

He didn’t move from where he stood.  He continued standing there, asking her silently, imploring her. What’s wrong? He asked. Please. Tell me what’s wrong.

But she remained silent.  She didn’t say anything.  Finally, she looked up and stared at him.  Eyes devoid of emotion.  

You should leave. That was all she said.

Are we still – you know – together?  He asked.  Pleadingly.  Softly.  Calmly.  Although he was anything but.  

He tried to reach for her.  But she took a step back, arms going around herself.  A defense mechanism.

She didn’t say anything again.  She continued to look beyond him.  Then slowly she turned away from him.  She started to close her door.

Please.  Just…  Just leave.  She told him.

I still love you, you know.  I will still wait for you.  No matter what.  He tried to persuade her to face him. To listen to him.  

But she would no longer budge.

He turned away.  Head down, defeated.  He slowly walked towards the elevators.  He pushed the down button and gave her one last look. 

She wasn’t looking. 

He sighed and stepped inside. 

She closed her door and went to her bedroom. She was trembling.

Her sobs racked her body.  Her cries consumed her.  She was trembling that night.  She was trembling.

Written originally on March 11, 2006
Edited and re-printed on March 28, 2016