Goodbye - part 2 of 2

He rolled toward the sun light shooting through the single blade of the blinds he left flipped up to greet him in the morning. Incoherent sleep laced mumbling popped his eyes open and he rolled back towards the opposite side of the bed. He looked at her for a minute before reaching across the expanse of space to gently wrap a copper curl around his finger. He smoothed the strands from her forehead and then with a violent shake of his head he seemed jump started into action. The bed bounced back from under his weight despite the effort he exerted to gradually release the springs from their night time slumber. She shifted slightly and he turned his head toward her as he hushed the dog’s morning grumble. He watched her for a moment but her breathing was deep and rhythmic and the pressure on his bladder had built during the night. He stepped over his comforter which had been tossed out of the way the night before. Entered the bathroom and soon wished that he had closed the door as the porcelain echoed. He brushed his teeth while he watched her sleeping reflection. He softly called the dog whose tail whomped the bed in his early morning excitement. He froze, watched her roll over in the bed and hoped her mumblings would fade back into sleep, but her eyelids fluttered open and landed on him. He watched her as she slowly reentered the world followed her brains processing of the situation. Her eyes darted around the room as she subtly pulled the sheets up over her bare chest. She looked at him again and he visibly wavered in the doorway and then settled on the neutrality of a mumbled “hey”. He waited, still psychologically frozen in time and was only dimly aware of the increasing decibels of silence in the room as she began searching for her clothes. At some point he wasn’t aware of he found himself walking through the meadow shaking his head at the perplexed look of the dog. He circled the edge of the opening in the woods more times then was necessary and by the time he headed back to the house his face held a strange combination of resolve and contentment. He felt the emptiness of the house as if it had been stripped of all its contents and stood as bare as the day he’d bought it the moment he walked through the door. She’d gone and there was no evidence of her having been there at all except for a lingering scent of strawberries. She had left no note and even though he knew she wouldn’t call he waited ten minutes before he sent her one of his own.

Goodbye - part 2 of 2

ErthBndAngel

Manchester, United States

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