Twilight is not mine,

Chapter 37

I felt the sadness as I walked. I didn't want to leave them, but I knew that I had to make my own way.

I walked for a few hours and came back to the small town I had been to yesterday. This time I had formulated a plan.

I wanted to see her again.

I wanted to talk to her.

I wasn't going to think about the man with her, not until it was too close.

I came to a stop at the local market place and bought some apples and water. I paid with the little money I had been saving up.

I knew that I would have to earn a living, so I took out my guitar and sat on the well-cut grass of the small park and started strumming softly, getting a rhythm.

I closed my eyes and felt the warm sun on my face. The soft wind was cooling me even before I could get too hot. The grass under me seamed softer, not as prickly as I had experienced. The apples I had purchased where sweet and tangy but not too tangy.

After almost half of the day I had gathered more then enough to look for a place to sleep, something to eat and I would still have enough left over for some clothes. I felt accomplished, I felt like I could be my own man.

I wanted to find her, I wanted to see her. I was thinking of ways to get to her.

They day had almost passed. I was getting my things ready, so that I could start looking for a place to sleep, when I saw him.

He walked inside the tinny boutique again. I stood up quickly not wanting to lose him in the small crowed that was rushing, my eyes where fixed at the yellow door of the building. I waited for a few moments thinking that maybe he had come out of it without me noticing. Just as I was about to pick up my guitar-case and my large duffle-bag, the tall yellow door open and out he came holding several shopping bags. He stoop by as an older woman with long black hair and a fitted navy blue dress, high heels and a pair of sunglasses walked out before him.

The woman stopped on the middle of the sidewalk, and turned towards the park where I stood. She smiled and turned back to him.

He had been talking to her.

She streached her hand towards him, and pressed her palm to his chest.

The scene unfolded in front of my eyes. He took her hand and placed it in the crock of his arm. As they walked down the street, she kept her face forward with an estoic expression.

As they neared a long sleek midnight blue car, he hurried to get her door. She stood by looking around the street. When he caught her attention again, she turned and stepped inside the vehicle. He busied himself stowing the shopping bags in the back and hurriedly walked to the driver side.

I stood there stunned as he drove towards the end of the next street and turned back. When they passed closed to me I quickly turned but still caught a glipse of the woman seated on the passenger side. She had removed her sunglasses, as the car moved east, her eyes stayed fixed on me.