untitled work by nami

The girl, a woman now really, stood at her kitchen window watching the birds in the cherry trees in the yard. It had been six months since her divorce was finalized and she was living with her fiancé, the one she had wanted to marry all along.

They had dated in high school, but after graduation, he had dumped her without explanation. He had married another woman, but divorced her the day of the woman’s wedding to a man she didn’t really love. The marriage had lasted almost a year, but after the tenth month and the miscarriage, the woman couldn’t pretend to be happy anymore. The phone call from her ex-boyfriend/current fiancé was what made the unhappiness really sink in. And so, after a lot of thinking and talking, the woman and her husband got an annulment.

And now, here she was. In their house, their kitchen, fixing their lunch. She looked at her reflection in the plane glass. Her long, silvery-blue hair hung to her waist, tapered to frame her face. Her large brown eyes were set in her round face in a way that made her look the same as she did in junior high. She didn’t like the youthful look in her face, but he did, and that was good enough for the woman. He didn’t look any older than high school himself, and they had been accused of skipping classes for a date more than once. Every time, they just smiled and showed their ID’s, proving that they were both in their mid-twenties. The woman’s day was spent cleaning, shopping, and fixing food while he worked; and her nights were spent in his arms in their bed.

She kept watching her reflection and the birds outside. She would definitely have to have cherry blossoms at their wedding. She sighed and breathed in the scent of the blossoms.

As she stood at the window, she felt an arm around her waist. She let out a small noise, then smiled when she smelled his musky, comfortable scent. She half-turned her head to accept his kiss, then turned to watching the trees and birds.

“You’re early.” She said softly. He wrapped his other arm around her shoulders and she leaned her back against his chest.

“Nah, not really. You know what time it is?” she looked at the clock above the stove.

“Oh my!” she started to go back to the food on the counter, but he restrained her, pinning her once again to his chest.

“Forget it, I took the rest of the day off. Let’s just watch the blossoms.” So she leaned her head against his shoulder, her hand resting lightly on his arm, and they watched the blossoms as they began to fall.

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author’s notes and miscellany

Total fluff. No substance whatsoever. Oh well. It’s a nice change from the heavy angst. Characters are mine, btw. I didn’t steal them from anyone.