Rain
A tear ran down from her storm gray eyes to the bottom of her sun-kissed chin.
I want to wipe it off so badly. I want to hold her close. I want to tell her everything is going to be okay.
But I won't.
Because it's not okay.
"I'm sorry." She says, taking my hand in hers. All I can do is stare. I know she's sorry. I'm sorry too. I'm sorry for everything that every happen between us. Good or bad. But feeling sorry can't take back what she did. It can't take back what's going to happen.
She looks as if she's waiting for me to say something. I'm not.
I look away.
I stare out the widow. It's raining. Perfect. I can see my reflection. Messy, shaggy black hair. Pretty nice tan. Lips pressed into a straight line. Sea green, bloodshot eyes.
I was crying I admit it. Not that it matters. Crying won't fix anything either.
I turn back to her.
She's so upset. Her gray eyes turned black. Tears are soaking her face. Her golden hair is all messed up.
She's still so pretty, though.
She says my name and grips my hand harder. She's sobbing. She says she's sorry over and over again.
I shake my head.
She asks, "You don't believe me?", in a tear-sodden voice that makes my heart ache even more.
I tell her that I was shaking my head because sorry doesn't fix anything.
She nods.
We sit in silence staring at each other.
I say it's not fair.
She asks what.
I tell her what she did wasn't fair.
She says, "I know."
I say I know she knows.
She laughs. I only watch.
. More silence.
"Will you stay?", she asks.
I want to stay. I want to stay so bad. Her nails are digging into my palm. She's chewing her lip and staring at my with her big gray eyes. She's so cute sometimes. I smiled.
She asks what.
I only shake my head. Then I speak.
"I know you where mad and all, but did you really have to go out and get pregnant?"
Then I leave.