A Sooner Surrender
(4)
The sun beat down on Las Vegas- the city scattered in the centre of the desert, the devils play ground. But Sara couldn't feel the jet lag, the heat or the sickness. There was nothing but the need to see him, to be near him, to hear his voice and to fall into his arms.
She stood in front of his for what felt like forever, the letter he had written her clutched in one hand with her suitcase by her side wearing the dress her husband hated on her.
What if it was too late- what if he'd given up on her- what if he had fallen in love again. The questions didn't seem to end as the time seemed to trickle by and the feeling of foreboding was more overwhelming than she had ever imagined that it would be.
He appeared at the door her heart stopping in her chest all of the air stuck in her lungs.
He hadn't changed. He looked just like the day she had left. Looking into his eyes seemed to stop the world- it made all of this so real, so heart breaking. Without a word all she could do was move towards him.
"I changed my mind" Sara stood on his door step her heart on her sleeve.
Greg watched her with a strange emotion she had never seen before as he studied the suitcase by her side and the look in her eyes.
"I love you" The words came out as a breathless whisper as she stepped closer to him. "I love you so much"
He didn't hesitate he pulled her into his arms, kissing her in a way he had wanted to do for all the years they had been apart; it was breathless, passionate, unforgiving. It was a celebration of being alive, of being together in that moment, in that town.
Sara could taste the whiskey on his lips, see the exhaustion in his gaze, she wanted to fix to him. She wanted to save him.
"I never stopped waiting" Greg muttered into her ear.
The End