I really didn't want to go. I thought it was just going to be another
boring day at the supermarket. Especially since I was with my mother. Just
another uneventful Saturday afternoon. Well, for me anyway.
* *
"Why do you keep avoiding my questions?" I heard the man ask. He was directly behind us in the checkout line.
"Stop it. People will hear you." The woman tried to whisper.
"Hear me? Hear me?! You think I actually give a fuck if they hear me? What? Am I embarrassing you now?"
"Shut up, Will. Now is not the time."
"It's never the time, is it? It's never time for me. Always him, isn't it. I'm not good enough, right? Why do you keep on punishing me?" He said in a pleading voice.
"Please, can we discuss this at home? Please?" I could almost feel her darting her head back and forth, looking at their pseudo audience, who were pretending to not watch at all. It felt too weird for me to just turn around. So I listened instead; intently.
"Home? What Home? I wasn't aware we had one. Doesn't a home consist of love, a family? Which we clearly lack."
"Look, I promise as soon as we- "
"No! I'm tired of this. I'm tired of you and your bullshit. How much can a man take? You belittle me endlessly in front of our friends and family. Do you even love me anymore?"
"Of course I do." She said in a slow, steady voice.
"But you're not in love with me, right? You're not in- God, I can't do this. If you can't forgive me, fine. Then leave me. End my torment. If you won't forgive me, then just leave me, alright? Just leave, cause at least then, the pain would be quicker. It would be easier."
* *
"No! You can't just give me an ultimatum in a fucking grocery store, for crissakes! You -
"What? What?! You actually have the stones to tell me what and what the hell I can't do? Fuck this, and fuck you!" I heard a small piece of metal drop on the floor. I figured he dropped a ring.
"Good bye, Laura. I hope you and David work it out." He said somberly. I saw him walk away out of my peripheral vision.
"Don't go. Please." But only I heard her. Maybe someone else actually saw her lips move. Before he walked out of the door, he turned back and gave her a quick glance. His shockingly blue, soulful eyes were burdened with salt water.
I don't know what made me do it, but I felt compelled to turn around then. She seemed to stare at the floor for hours. Then she looked at me. She was a sad, sorry sight. Her large, hazel eyes looked so bleak and hopeless. I bent down and picked up the gold band. I placed it in her hand and closed it.
"Go to him." I don't know why I said it, but she listened to me. She nodded as tears leaked from her now red eyes. Then she ran.
* *
TBC
* *
"Why do you keep avoiding my questions?" I heard the man ask. He was directly behind us in the checkout line.
"Stop it. People will hear you." The woman tried to whisper.
"Hear me? Hear me?! You think I actually give a fuck if they hear me? What? Am I embarrassing you now?"
"Shut up, Will. Now is not the time."
"It's never the time, is it? It's never time for me. Always him, isn't it. I'm not good enough, right? Why do you keep on punishing me?" He said in a pleading voice.
"Please, can we discuss this at home? Please?" I could almost feel her darting her head back and forth, looking at their pseudo audience, who were pretending to not watch at all. It felt too weird for me to just turn around. So I listened instead; intently.
"Home? What Home? I wasn't aware we had one. Doesn't a home consist of love, a family? Which we clearly lack."
"Look, I promise as soon as we- "
"No! I'm tired of this. I'm tired of you and your bullshit. How much can a man take? You belittle me endlessly in front of our friends and family. Do you even love me anymore?"
"Of course I do." She said in a slow, steady voice.
"But you're not in love with me, right? You're not in- God, I can't do this. If you can't forgive me, fine. Then leave me. End my torment. If you won't forgive me, then just leave me, alright? Just leave, cause at least then, the pain would be quicker. It would be easier."
* *
"No! You can't just give me an ultimatum in a fucking grocery store, for crissakes! You -
"What? What?! You actually have the stones to tell me what and what the hell I can't do? Fuck this, and fuck you!" I heard a small piece of metal drop on the floor. I figured he dropped a ring.
"Good bye, Laura. I hope you and David work it out." He said somberly. I saw him walk away out of my peripheral vision.
"Don't go. Please." But only I heard her. Maybe someone else actually saw her lips move. Before he walked out of the door, he turned back and gave her a quick glance. His shockingly blue, soulful eyes were burdened with salt water.
I don't know what made me do it, but I felt compelled to turn around then. She seemed to stare at the floor for hours. Then she looked at me. She was a sad, sorry sight. Her large, hazel eyes looked so bleak and hopeless. I bent down and picked up the gold band. I placed it in her hand and closed it.
"Go to him." I don't know why I said it, but she listened to me. She nodded as tears leaked from her now red eyes. Then she ran.
* *
TBC