Let Down
By: Mab Quentin
It was raining when I left; I knew he had been seeing another girl. I packed my things, and looked at him one last time. Before I left for good, I left him a simple, to the point note. It said:
I know you love me, or at least you think you do, Don't bother trying to find me, I'll be gone by the time you get up. Don't count on me coming back; I know you won't anyway, You have that blonde bimbo, I hope we never cross paths again.the key is under the rug. -Me
Tears fell as I scribbled the words my heart had spoken on the paper. I looked at him one last time, so innocent, and happy. I laid the note on my pillow. I walked around the half-empty house, once- overing everything one last time. I closed the door to our apartment. I slipped the key under the rug, and walked out. I didn't bother with an umbrella. I walked the four blocks to the train station. I got my ticket and looked at my watch. It was only 4:10 a.m. The train came at 5:45. I sat for what seemed eternity, Flipping through old magazines, and crying occasionally. About a half an hour later, I saw him come in the train station entrance, still in the t-shirt and black jeans he wore yesterday, his jet-black hair in his eyes. I got up and quietly walked to the enclosed cubicle, where I could not be seen. Finally, I thought I was free. I walked out and he just stood there. He tried to say something, but I just walked away, my summery dress, wet hair, and luggage, all in tact. He ran after me. I ran surprisingly well, for being in high-heeled sandals. He roared my name, and time froze. It echoed throughout the almost empty train station. I ran out the door, onto the street, heading to nowhere. I was hysterical, and so was he. We ran, for what seemed like miles through the city, the commuters and walkers all staring. After we hit Madison Avenue, he stopped, and a blonde woman stepped out of a car. I stopped and watched. She wrapped her arms tightly around him. He looked up, as if to say he was sorry. A tear ran down my cheek, the rain hitting me all over, I ran and ran, until the belt to my sandal broke. I sat, in the rain, desperately trying to fix it. I cried and fiddled with the buckle. Just then, the rain stopped, I looked up, and an umbrella and had covered my head and me. I looked at this beautiful stranger. He just put his arm around me, and kissed me. I don't know how or what caused this to happen. I just know I'm happy now. I guess it was fate. A few days later, I found out he was watching me at the train station. He had just left his cheating lover behind too. He followed and made sure everything was ok. I guess my guardian angel is with me now.
By: Mab Quentin
It was raining when I left; I knew he had been seeing another girl. I packed my things, and looked at him one last time. Before I left for good, I left him a simple, to the point note. It said:
I know you love me, or at least you think you do, Don't bother trying to find me, I'll be gone by the time you get up. Don't count on me coming back; I know you won't anyway, You have that blonde bimbo, I hope we never cross paths again.the key is under the rug. -Me
Tears fell as I scribbled the words my heart had spoken on the paper. I looked at him one last time, so innocent, and happy. I laid the note on my pillow. I walked around the half-empty house, once- overing everything one last time. I closed the door to our apartment. I slipped the key under the rug, and walked out. I didn't bother with an umbrella. I walked the four blocks to the train station. I got my ticket and looked at my watch. It was only 4:10 a.m. The train came at 5:45. I sat for what seemed eternity, Flipping through old magazines, and crying occasionally. About a half an hour later, I saw him come in the train station entrance, still in the t-shirt and black jeans he wore yesterday, his jet-black hair in his eyes. I got up and quietly walked to the enclosed cubicle, where I could not be seen. Finally, I thought I was free. I walked out and he just stood there. He tried to say something, but I just walked away, my summery dress, wet hair, and luggage, all in tact. He ran after me. I ran surprisingly well, for being in high-heeled sandals. He roared my name, and time froze. It echoed throughout the almost empty train station. I ran out the door, onto the street, heading to nowhere. I was hysterical, and so was he. We ran, for what seemed like miles through the city, the commuters and walkers all staring. After we hit Madison Avenue, he stopped, and a blonde woman stepped out of a car. I stopped and watched. She wrapped her arms tightly around him. He looked up, as if to say he was sorry. A tear ran down my cheek, the rain hitting me all over, I ran and ran, until the belt to my sandal broke. I sat, in the rain, desperately trying to fix it. I cried and fiddled with the buckle. Just then, the rain stopped, I looked up, and an umbrella and had covered my head and me. I looked at this beautiful stranger. He just put his arm around me, and kissed me. I don't know how or what caused this to happen. I just know I'm happy now. I guess it was fate. A few days later, I found out he was watching me at the train station. He had just left his cheating lover behind too. He followed and made sure everything was ok. I guess my guardian angel is with me now.
