"Nessa we need to talk"
The scene played over and over again in her head as she drove home. Her tears blurred her vision, making the road in front of her a solid blur.
"I have been thinking about us and the future."
Helpless anger filled her as she envisioned Devin's pleading green eyes. Pleading for forgiveness.
Forget him Vanessa! Pull yourself together. If only she could.
"With this new job I will be out of town all the time… I-It wont be fair to you for me to be gone so often." His sentences were halting, as if he were searching for the words that would be most likely to break her heart. " I… I… think we should make a clean split, I mean cut… I mean… I think that my feelings for you doesn't match the… and umm"
He looked down to the ground with those perfect green eyes, afraid to look her in the eye. It was alright, she had gotten his message. Helpless rage, sadness, and self doubt filled Vanessa's mind as she turned away from her ex. She allowed her instincts to take over and she decided to run from him, run from the pain, and run to hide her tears.
Vanessa, you should have fought for your man, why couldn't you have said something you coward!
Vanessa's driving was becoming more and more reckless as she neared her street. Weaving though traffic she had only one though in her head, to get as far away as she could from Devin and the pain that he had caused.
As her apartment came into sight, she sped up, ignoring the dirty looks and names she was called as she cut other drivers off. She could only think of her escape, her grandmother's final gift to her only grandchild. Scarcely ever removed from its box.
Distracted and distraught as she was, she almost missed the turn into the apartment's parking lot. In making such a sharp and rapid turn Vanessa skimmed the nearby light post, scratching the paint off the side of her car. Half mad, she promptly exited her clown car, as Devon calls it.
Stop thinking about him! She shouted at herself. Memories flooded her head, their first meeting at the college, the first date where he decided to recite romantic poetry Klingon, their first kiss…
No no no NO! Vanessa slammed the car door, leaving her clown car half blocking the parking lot entrance. She ran for the safety of her apartment, three floors up.
Out of breath, Vanessa fumbled with her keys trying to fit them into the lock. As soon as she heard the click she burst through the door, heading straight for her closet. She searched for the gift. The mirror.
Vanessa never had the courage to hang the eerily beautiful artifact fore every time she looked into the dark warped glass she could sense the strangeness of the two moons on her skin. This world had been an interest, a hobby… and now an escape. She took a brief time staring at the beautifully wrought daffodils that encircled the mirror.
Daffodils she pondered. New life, New Birth… She pressed her hand on the dark glass as her grandmother taught her and slipped away. Her door still unlocked.