I'm Begging You Please

Alex walked out of the shower, her hands were pressed on the cold tiles of the floor and tears were streaking down her face. When she walked out of the bathroom, she saw Paige standing in what had been their bedroom for now three years. But it wasn't a happy moment in time when they had spent hours in that room paying particular attention to each others most sensitive areas. No, this was a different feeling all together.

"Do you have to go now?" Alex whispered, pulling the white cloth towel closer to her chest.

"I think it's for the best, Alex. I can't live like this anymore." Paige kept packing her clothing and belongings into cardboard boxes and suitcases.

"Will I be able to see you sometime soon? You know, coffee or something?"

"Alex…I just don't know. I don't think so…at least not right now."

"Why?" Alex stepped to Paige, letting the cloth of the towel uncover her shoulders and her shoulder blades. "I don't understand…you said you still wanted to be friends."

"Alex, stop this, ok?" Paige turned and faced Alex. She could tell by Alex's face that she had cried the whole time she was in the shower after their fight that had lead to this. "Look…Dylan will be here soon to help me move. I'll be staying with them, but, Alex, please don't contact me…"

Alex turned around, "Fine, just run away, Paige. When it gets hard, that's all you know how to do anyway.

When Dylan arrived Paige piled her stuff into his car and left. And all Alex could do was stare out her window at the woman she loved leaving their home.