Breath-of-Ice
Note: Second installment of my three part series. Set after "When Bad Conversations Happen to Good People" episode. In my previous one-shot I portrayed Sarah's thoughts about the situation and now here is my take on Matt's. Enjoy!
Reminders of You
Matt's head rested against the headboard of the too small bed and sighed. He had just finished talking to his father about his separation from Sarah and some other problems that he was having. His father pledged his help, which relieved him but it also should have lifted his sprits, which it, sadly, did not.
Was that really to be expected though? Sure his parents would give him money to help him financially but everything that they had said about Sarah coming back had not helped him emotionally. He was drowning in a sea of sorrow over his wife's departure and being back in Glen Oak wasn't helping.
Everywhere he looked he was reminded of her.
And this room was the worst.
Matt looked up at the ceiling. He remembered the last time he looked up there. It was when he had first met Sarah. He had been lying in this very bed and thinking about their bright future. The fun they would have, the excitement, the love they would share. He looked at it now and frowned, all of his dreams about her and with her were dashed now.
Shaking his head of the memory, Matt left the room and slowly slipped downstairs. He stopped midway down at the sound of his parent's voices.
"—just still can't believe that she did this to him." Annie, his mother, said.
"Don't fear. I know they'll work it out. It's only a matter of time." Eric, his father, responded, slipping his arm around his wife's shoulders. Matt went back up the stairs. They were probably going to be talking for awhile about this and Matt didn't want to overhear anything more.
He reached for the doorknob to the room and stopped when he saw the flash of gold. His ring. His mind's eye flashed memory after memory associated with it. Sarah looking into his eyes and saying "I do" in their first wedding, the feel of her lips against his skin when she had kissed his ring, when this ring had been ceremoniously removed and put back on. He took his hand and removed it. Grabbing his bag her found a small box and stuck it in there. The memories slowly decreased.
He looked to the bed. There awaited a night of either restless sleep or death by recollections. He needed to be with Sarah. He wanted Sarah. So, why was he in California when his beloved was in New York?
Luggage in tow, Matt raced to the airport.
Breath: So, because I am a strange author I actually wrote this after I wrote the final installment. That's why it's already up...This may someday be rewritten…