When You're Gone.
By: Liz
I sigh as his hand brushes my side. He's no where near as good a lover as you were. I do miss you. I regret leaving after your accident. I would go back, but I know it's too late for that.
He soon finishes and must leave for work. And I must get dressed for my own job. I see the shirt you liked me best in in my closet. I brush a hand against it, remembering some of the things you would do to me when I wore the blouse. I finish getting ready and leave. I only have one more stop before I go to work.
I go to your favorite coffee shop. You stop there with a friend every morning. I like to watch you now, since I can't be in your life anymore. I sit at my usual table with the usual latte. It's only minutes later that you walk in with her.
You both have an intimacy that makes my heart twinge more with regret. It's clear that the two of you are defintely more than just friends.
You trust her, that much is clear. Your hand is on her elbow as you wait in line, the perfect spot for her to quickly pull you away from a flustered waiter as he rushes past. You both laugh.
You smile in a way you never could after the accident. I could never make you smile like that, but she can. In a way it makes me happy that you finally have someone who can accept all of you and not be scared. You deserve that and so much more.
The two of you get your coffee and leave, on your way to work. I stand and gather my bag before I, too, leave to start the day. I'm already counting down the minutes till I see you again tomorrow. Same place. Same time.
One day I may get the courage to say hi. When I do that I'll tell the pretty blond with you how much it means to me that you can smile again. Because of her.
Okay. Just felt like writing a small drabble to get it out of my head. The character speaking doesn't really exist at all, except in my imagination. I don't own Covert affairs or anything else.