The Offer

The flash flood begins and the tears turn to streams, the coffee color drowns in a sea of feelings.  Her thoughts, she’s not sharing, but they’re out and about on her sleeves.  She chokes on the thought of what once was and sobs violently into her mittens thinking about what it should have been. 

It’s cold outside -- colder than usual -- too cold for a beauty queen such as this to be outside alone, sitting on a bench.  A slight breeze moves the snowflakes ever-so-slightly from their course, but they still linger breathlessly like lust in the air after a sensual night. 

The snowfall snaps her out of sadness, she wipes her sorrow away with the cuff of her jacket.  She senses a closeness, a once familiar person to her. 

He flashes his peace offering and takes a spot next to her.  He look at her, as she looks at the ground, “You know, if you need to talk I’m more than available.”

“But you said….”
            “What I said was in anger and hostility, things change, feelings change.  You should know that.”  He sincerely interrupts.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get over this feeling, it hurts so much.  It feels like the world is coming down on me and no one is here to help me.”   Her head meets her hands again.

“It feels like your foundation has crumbled around you and you don’t know what to believe in right?  Well that’s what it’s supposed to feel like.  Love is amazing when you have it, but when you lose it, no words in the world describe the pain you feel.”

“He was my every thing, I don’t think I could live without him.”

He looks down and laughs quietly, his laugh fades into a smile.  “It’s funny, because a year ago I could’ve said the same thing.”

Holding back tears, she glances at him with a ‘don’t-start-that-shit’ look.  “I know what I did was wrong and….”

“You don’t need to explain yourself toots.  What happened happened and that’s it.  I feel different now, so let us focus on getting you better tonight.”

He stands up and opens his jacket, spreading the pieces of it apart with his hands in a hug like fashion.  “Come and get to this, I’ll walk you home.  It’s too cold for crying and too late for regrets.”

“Do you think you could stay the night too?”

“Absolutely”