Local Bar
Washington, DC
Harmon Rabb Jr. was sitting at the bar talking to the bartender, Mike. He had been there for three hours and had still yet to buy a drink. Mike didn't mind this because Harm was his friend and he knew that today he would probably let a few things slip, like usual.
Harm had come in today to talk to Mike because he hurt his best friend and Mike was the only other one he thought he could talk to, he certainly couldn't talk to her.
"I hate it when I make her cry." Harm stated, "It's like a tank hits me in the gut when I see the tears and realize I'm the reason they're there." Mike hadn't said more than a few words the whole time, knowing he should just let Harm talk it out.
"Every single time I see a tear fall from her eye it makes me want to change the world just so it doesn't hurt anymore," Mike looked up at the last comment to see if he was serious, this was proof to his assumption, Harm was in love with her.
"Harm I know how you feel, I'm the same way with my daughter and my Kate." Mike didn't want to say too much, but he did want to try and lead him on to admitting it to himself. "Though I'm sure you feel like that every time you see a women or a child cry."
"It's different with Sarah though," Mike's ears perked up as her heard Harm call her by her given name. "Regardless if you love her, hate her, wish she would die or know that you would die without her...it doesn't matter. Because once in your life, whatever she was to the world she has become everything to you. When you look her in her eyes, traveling into the depths of her soul and you say a million things without a trace of a sound, you know that your life is inevitably consumed within the rhythmic beatings of her very heart. I love her for a million reasons; no paper would do it justice. It is a thing not of the mind but of the heart."
"Who are you talking about Flyboy?" Harm shot straight off of his stool, knocking it down in the process.
"Hey Mac...how's it going." Mike said seeing the Harm wasn't able to speak at the moment.
"I'm ok Mike, how are you and Kate doing?" Mac asked casually looking at Harm wondering what was going on with him.
"We're just fine," Mike looked at the two of them, "Well I best be off to tend to my paying customers, Bye Mac, Harm." he turned and walked down to the other end of the bar but not out of ear shot, he had to hear this.
Mac turned to Harm as he bent over to get his stool and sit once more. "What's up Harm?" Mac asked truly concerned.
"Huh? Who me? Nothing." Harm said all to nonchalantly and Mac noticed.
"Don't give me this shit again Harm. I have had it up to here with your 'I'm a macho fighter pilot' shit." Mac's voice was rising to near the point of yelling. "And do NOT try and defend that cause you have been throwing the fact that I am a woman at me all week and it's get." Mac's rampage was cut off by Harm getting up and pulling Mac into a hug.
"I am so so sorry, you have no idea how sorry I am Ninja Girl. I ran out today cause I saw the tears in your eyes and I couldn't take it, I had to get out of there."
"So you came to a bar and got drunk?" Mac asked incredulously.
"No I didn't. I came here to talk to Mike I haven't had anything other than water since I got here." Harm said, and Mac noticed the hurt look in his eyes at her accusation.
"Why come here then?" Mac asked truly confused as to why he would go to bar to talk and not one of his friends.
"I came here because today I truly hurt my best friend and aside from her Mike is the only person I feel comfortable talking to about my life."
Harmon Rabb Jr. was sitting at the bar talking to the bartender, Mike. He had been there for three hours and had still yet to buy a drink. Mike didn't mind this because Harm was his friend and he knew that today he would probably let a few things slip, like usual.
Harm had come in today to talk to Mike because he hurt his best friend and Mike was the only other one he thought he could talk to, he certainly couldn't talk to her.
"I hate it when I make her cry." Harm stated, "It's like a tank hits me in the gut when I see the tears and realize I'm the reason they're there." Mike hadn't said more than a few words the whole time, knowing he should just let Harm talk it out.
"Every single time I see a tear fall from her eye it makes me want to change the world just so it doesn't hurt anymore," Mike looked up at the last comment to see if he was serious, this was proof to his assumption, Harm was in love with her.
"Harm I know how you feel, I'm the same way with my daughter and my Kate." Mike didn't want to say too much, but he did want to try and lead him on to admitting it to himself. "Though I'm sure you feel like that every time you see a women or a child cry."
"It's different with Sarah though," Mike's ears perked up as her heard Harm call her by her given name. "Regardless if you love her, hate her, wish she would die or know that you would die without her...it doesn't matter. Because once in your life, whatever she was to the world she has become everything to you. When you look her in her eyes, traveling into the depths of her soul and you say a million things without a trace of a sound, you know that your life is inevitably consumed within the rhythmic beatings of her very heart. I love her for a million reasons; no paper would do it justice. It is a thing not of the mind but of the heart."
"Who are you talking about Flyboy?" Harm shot straight off of his stool, knocking it down in the process.
"Hey Mac...how's it going." Mike said seeing the Harm wasn't able to speak at the moment.
"I'm ok Mike, how are you and Kate doing?" Mac asked casually looking at Harm wondering what was going on with him.
"We're just fine," Mike looked at the two of them, "Well I best be off to tend to my paying customers, Bye Mac, Harm." he turned and walked down to the other end of the bar but not out of ear shot, he had to hear this.
Mac turned to Harm as he bent over to get his stool and sit once more. "What's up Harm?" Mac asked truly concerned.
"Huh? Who me? Nothing." Harm said all to nonchalantly and Mac noticed.
"Don't give me this shit again Harm. I have had it up to here with your 'I'm a macho fighter pilot' shit." Mac's voice was rising to near the point of yelling. "And do NOT try and defend that cause you have been throwing the fact that I am a woman at me all week and it's get." Mac's rampage was cut off by Harm getting up and pulling Mac into a hug.
"I am so so sorry, you have no idea how sorry I am Ninja Girl. I ran out today cause I saw the tears in your eyes and I couldn't take it, I had to get out of there."
"So you came to a bar and got drunk?" Mac asked incredulously.
"No I didn't. I came here to talk to Mike I haven't had anything other than water since I got here." Harm said, and Mac noticed the hurt look in his eyes at her accusation.
"Why come here then?" Mac asked truly confused as to why he would go to bar to talk and not one of his friends.
"I came here because today I truly hurt my best friend and aside from her Mike is the only person I feel comfortable talking to about my life."