Shaking my head at the absurdity, I open my door quickly and squint as the light from the hall hits my eyes. For a moment, all I see is a blur standing in front of me, then my vision clears and I realize who it is. I force a smile, but it is challenging for me to hide my disappointment.
"Clay, it's so early, what are you doing here?" I ask as he walks past me into the living room. I shut the door and turn to him, folding my arms protectively across my chest. He is staring at the floor and it takes a while for him to finally look up at me. I am taken aback by the sight of tears streaming down his face. I open my mouth to speak, but he puts a finger to my lips.
"Sara, I love you." he whispers in a shaky voice. My mind recollects how my dream played out with Harm and I realize it is all the same, almost. I try to think of something to say, but nothing comes out of my mouth. He takes my hands in his own and takes a ragged breath.
"But, you don't love me." He states, not asks. I can see the pain in his eyes and he places a kiss on my cheek. I am still trying to find words, when he lets go of my hands and they fall to my sides. He smiles at me and sighs. I try so hard to keep the tears back, but they escape my eyes and slide down my cheeks.
"He loves you too, you know." His last words paralyze me and I begin to sob. He strokes my face and turns away, towards the door. I hear it open and I clear my throat.
"Thank you." I manage to get out. Facing him, he smiles one last time and then he is gone. I stand in the middle of the room, tears spilling to the floor and through it all, I smile. So much pain and grief is lifted off my shoulders; I pick up the phone with a shaking hand and dial a familiar number…
To Be Continued???
"Clay, it's so early, what are you doing here?" I ask as he walks past me into the living room. I shut the door and turn to him, folding my arms protectively across my chest. He is staring at the floor and it takes a while for him to finally look up at me. I am taken aback by the sight of tears streaming down his face. I open my mouth to speak, but he puts a finger to my lips.
"Sara, I love you." he whispers in a shaky voice. My mind recollects how my dream played out with Harm and I realize it is all the same, almost. I try to think of something to say, but nothing comes out of my mouth. He takes my hands in his own and takes a ragged breath.
"But, you don't love me." He states, not asks. I can see the pain in his eyes and he places a kiss on my cheek. I am still trying to find words, when he lets go of my hands and they fall to my sides. He smiles at me and sighs. I try so hard to keep the tears back, but they escape my eyes and slide down my cheeks.
"He loves you too, you know." His last words paralyze me and I begin to sob. He strokes my face and turns away, towards the door. I hear it open and I clear my throat.
"Thank you." I manage to get out. Facing him, he smiles one last time and then he is gone. I stand in the middle of the room, tears spilling to the floor and through it all, I smile. So much pain and grief is lifted off my shoulders; I pick up the phone with a shaking hand and dial a familiar number…
To Be Continued???