Well, this isn't really a break from my normal writing. I wanted to write something happy. D: But... this appeared in my brain and I had to write it. Ughhh, something happy will be posted right after this. xD
I hope you enjoy! :)
Einsamkeit.
She drove, petal to the metal, in a complete daze. Shooting down the highway. Speeding - sixty-five, seventy-five, even eighty-five - the adrenaline dulling her senses. She had looked for her answers. She had called him. But he was gone.
Einsamkeit. The worst word in her German vocabulary. Loneliness, she was lonely. The most accurate word to describe her solemn, seemingly endless drive to her mother's house. This wasn't fair to them. This wasn't fair to anyone. Why had this happened?
Why? The simplest three letter word in the goddamn English language, but the most heart-wrenching, hardest question to answer. Especially for her. Especially right now. She wanted nothing more than for him not to ask her that - but she couldn't deny her son's curiosity for the sake of her own feelings.
Maybe this was what it felt like to be in a soap opera…? She picked up her pink cell phone, cringing in pain when she saw the background picture.
A happy family. More like a broken family, now. She singled out a number - her voicemail. She had to hear it again. She had to make sure this was real.
You have no new messages. Of course she didn't. First old message. She felt sick upon hearing the voice. Angela Stiles, no, Angela Thompson was smarter than to drive and use her cell phone at the same time - she had to pull over, or else risk being ill all over her car. The voice - his voice, made her sick to her stomach.
Angie, I'm leaving. I know this is sudden. And I know that you'll never forgive me. Th-this is just like history repeating itself… isn't it? If so, just know, I'll see you again. I mean, you… you saw your father again, right? Your mother and your father saw each other again. I know the years might change us, but I'll always love you. And our little man might not understand it or believe it now, but I love him. I can't tell you why I'm leaving… other than - I know a terrible thing. Not even that alone, knowing has lead to one thing after another. I've done a terrible thing. So terrible that… if we met, I don't think I'd be able to look you in the eye. Words can never describe my love for you. And my love for you is why I'm leaving. If you can ever find it in your heart, please forgive me. I love you and I'm sorry.
A long beep.
End of messages.
Driving. She knew it would be hard. She had a good job, made good money. She could do this, it wasn't like Angie had a choice. The more the blonde drove, the weaker she felt, and when she finally made it to her mother's house - she felt so empty - maybe she couldn't do it. Pulling into the long, stone driveway, Angie saw her mother waiting on the porch. The older blonde stood patiently, her mouth pulled into a tight frown, her blue eyes hard and knowing. And suddenly, Angie was running, arms open. Her still running car, forgotten as she ran up the driveway, up the wooden stairs, into her mother's waiting arms.
Einsamkeit.
She was alone. Abandoned. Her mother understood her pain very well.
"Let it out, ja?" the woman encouraged. The young nurse inhaled deeply, letting out a small sob as she sat on the porch, resting her head on her mother's shoulder. "There, there…"
"Mom, he said that he did a terrible thing. He knew terrible things. Derek left, just like Daddy did when I was young, but - but Delphi is gone… So why? And who did he leave us for?!"
"…Schatzi, all men are the same. I told you that Derek was just like Kenneth. A no-good, lousy, doctor, and… if I remember correctly…" the world was quiet. Angie's eyes widened, "I told you so."