My Indecision is Final

by spyrothebandicoot

Everyone has a story, all of which are entertaining in some way, most useful in another. This is just one of those, where we struggle on the verge of the answers, dangling on the precipice of knowledge and insight, never quite falling over. Where we run in the direction of love and connection and always lose what we chase, because we chase. Just one of those.

5. Chapter 5- Future Entry

I watched, transfixed, although I knew this moment was not mine.

They stood close together, so close I knew he would be able to feel her breath, light and warm against him. They stood with all the comfort of people used to being close, and all the nervousness of a first kiss.

He looked down and she looked up. Their eyes were locked. I'm sure they were speaking, communicating without opening their mouths. They did it all the time, yet this time it seemed infinitely intimate. I was an intruder, but I could not tear my eyes away. Finally, he reached up and placed his hand, palm flat and fingers slightly spread, over her heart. He waited a few seconds, then I could hear his voice drifting softly across the brief expanse between them. "So it is true," he whispered. She nodded, and even from my hiding place I could see the pain on her face. "It was the only way," she replied, her voice even softer. His hand remained across her heart and now the pain was evident on his face as well. "You shouldn't have done it," he told her, shaking his head slightly. Her jaw tightened. "I could say the same thing to you," she replied, and took a step backwards. That step, I knew, took all the strength she had. His hand fell uselessly to his side.

I couldn't bear it any longer, it felt like a betrayal. She was the best friend I had, and this was not something she wanted me to see. I turned, and fled on quiet footsteps. Behind me, I thought I heard the words, "I'm sorry," But I couldn't tell who uttered them.