Author: ktplex PM
@ktplex brings you another classroom assignment! The Prompt: Write a story mostly dialogue in which someone is suspected of being unfaithful, but their partner doesn't want to call them out on it. "Do you remember?" "I remember."Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Friendship - Words: 580 - Published: 09-22-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3060191
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He walked to the swing set, the very place that they used to come. "You wanted me to meet you here?" he asked. She nodded from her seat in the swing. He sat down beside her. "We sure have had a lot of memories here." She nodded again, looking at the ground.
"Remember when we first met here?" he said.
"And you asked if we could be friends forever? I said no, because girls have cooties."
"And yet, here we are."
"Because I got my cootie shot."
She cracked a wry smile at the ground.
"Do you remember," he said, "when we used to come out here as kids? I would push you on the swings."
"I remember," she said.
"And that time I pushed you so high that you thought you could go around the bar?"
"Do you remember," he said again, "when we used to come out here as teenagers and rant about our parents?"
"I was going to be a pro football player, and you were going to be a rock star."
"And the first time I kissed you? This very same spot, right after prom?"
"What about that time, after college? When we came out here and talked about life like we were actually philosophers?"
"Remember when we met up right before going back? Sitting out here that night, looking up at the stars?"
"We made love in the moonlight."
"Remember when I proposed to you last Christmas? You said yes."
"I remember." She looked at the ring on her finger.
"I can't wait to bring our kids here to play."
She bit her lip and scoffed, looking away into the distance.
"What's wrong, love? You've been acting upset all night. The wedding is next week. You're not having second thoughts, are you?" he asked, jokingly.
"Not now, no." She looked back to the ground and kicked a rock around with her feet.
"What's going on, then? Talk to me, please."
"Do you remember when we were kids? I jumped off the swing when you were pushing me. I broke my wrist." She pointed to the scar on her right arm where the cast saw cut her.
He grimaced. "Yeah, I remember. You wouldn't come play with me anymore."
"Do you remember that night you kissed me? I punched you in the face. Your nose was bruised for weeks." She reached across the gap that separated them and ran her finger down his nose.
He leaned into her touch. "So I've hurt you, you hurt me. What's the big deal? That's in the past now, right? We're both adults."
Her face hardened. "Do you remember, after we went to school, I walked in on you and that... that slut doing it in your room? Because I do." She stood up.
"I was drunk!" She kept going, ignoring his comment.
"Do you remember the day after you proposed to me? You pocket dialed me and I heard you telling your secretary that I meant nothing to you, that you would be with her forever." His face was frozen in shock; his eyes were wide and his mouth was ajar.
She took a step forward, and when she was right in his face, said, "and now, you'll have a new memory here at this swing set. Its over." With that, she took her ring off, threw it on the ground, and walked away.