A/N: Hey guys, back with Part 3 of 3 for this little drabble set! Hope you like the conclusion!
Pages turn after another, but sometimes they stick to each other instead. She's stuck.
Right there in the corner booth where he left her.
But then, one day, the fantasy fizzles away before her eyes. The wine isn't red, her hair isn't pinned, and she remembers the way his lips moved when he told her that he met someone.
She never believed she could bear witness to the truth. And yet here she is, with rosé on her lips, realizing that, after all this time, there's an ache she's been carrying.
The snaps from the breaks in her soul have seeped in and made their home in her body.
This, she realizes, looking around her, is getting old. The restaurant, the lights, the chatter.
The same lines of dialogue over and over and over again.
She's done with it.
But a look at the outside world reminds her the harsh reality. That if she gets up from here, she'll need to face it all. Face the heartbreak, face the girl he's probably married, face the fact that she needs to give up.
Sometimes, giving up is the right thing.
She needs to give up the hope of him, of them, of that young, sparkling night she walked in with a smile on her face.
A shiver makes its way up her spine. This time the tears are devoid of mascara, flowing down her face as the pain hits.
Without the delusion she needs to face it.
She sits there for a bit longer, until the water stops and she can wipe at her face with the sleeves of her hoodie. Looking around, she wonders if anyone has seen. Luckily, it seems like no one really has.
Well, except for him. The waiter who brough her rosé instead of her usual red wine.
He's looking over at her, green eyes full of worry. But he quickly turns away when he notices she's caught him. She wants him to look back. Wants to thank him for hearing her cry for help.
She's got a lot to work through. But the light pink-gold of the wine looks better than the burning red. Maybe it's a sign.
She looks back to the waiter, who doesn't turn away this time, and offers a small smile. He smiles back, before shyly turning away again.
Turning back to the empty seat in front of her, the smile lingers, ever so slightly.
Maybe, she'll be okay after all.
Taking a deep breath she pushes away from the table and calls for her tab. The dinner is cold, the chatter is old and she's giving up.
It's time to go.
A/N: Part 3: It's time to go.
This one is obviously inspired by Taylor Swift's other song: it's time to go. It just goes hand in hand with right where you left me, so I just had to put them together. Had to write the girl leaving.
This little drabble set was so much fun to write. Weaving together the stories through these little moments is the crux of Semantics of Love and for my special anniversary month I wanted to give an extra treat. (If any of you didn't know, I first made my account here in March of 2014).
Thank you guys for reading and I hope you liked this! Please Review! I'd love to hear your thoughts!
See ya in the next one! :)