With every breath in, fear and uncertainty entered his being. With every breath out, there was hope.
Her past fueled his nature.
"Be with me" he whispered.
"I am with you." She replied, oblivious to what he meant, giving him a chance to take it back.
"You know what I mean"
"Yes, but I --" he cut her off and proceeded to convince her.
"You mean the world to me. You make me a better version of myself. I need you. Plain as simple as it sounds, I need you and I love you."
There it was. He laid his cards out on the table. The hearts, spades, diamonds and clubs. Still breathing in her hesitation while he stood there.
She smiled, the sorry kind of smile. The smile that tore the smiler and everyone else around apart. As her smile tore her apart she reached into her chest.
" I may be good for you" She said. "But what about what's good for me?"
Before he could respond she held up her hand to silence him, and removed her hand from her chest and laid out the rubble that came out of it. Shards of memory, mixed with stringy bits of her heart.
Before he could respond she held up her hand to silence him, and removed her hand from her chest and laid out the rubble that came out of it. Shards of memory, mixed with stringy bits of her heart.
"It's never about me or what I need,” she said, “and here's the crux of it all, I don't know what I need when I think I know what I need I'm generally wrong. I don't want to be wrong anymore. I don't have much of myself left to give away anyway. This is all I got."
The was a long pause, before the silence could deafen them, she concluded.
“And I’m done.” Copyright © Kanika Chopra. 2014. All Rights Reserved
