The light catches the gem of water as it starts its painfully slow journey from the corner of her eye.
As it leaves her eye and starts coursing down the side of her nose her gaze is fixed. Her body is frozen giving the sense that time has stood still. The tear however is continuing on its journey. It gently splashes against the cheek which is taught with tension, too long without laughter.
Travelling to the corner of her mouth, she senses the salt, but her expression remains unchanged. Remembered passion flickering through her mind on an internal silent cinema, her face remains frozen in time.
Eyes glistening with the promise of more tears but still there is only one. For she is keeping the silent promise made to herself.
The tear finds itself sliding across her chin. It is close to the end of its journey. As if it senses its potential demise it splits in two, partly catching in the cleft of her chin. Pooling there for such a small moment, as if trying to put off the inevitable
As it spills silently on to her crisp, cotton shirt and begins soaking into the fabric she turns her gaze to him. He begins to speak, she interrupts with a quiet strength and he knows to say nothing more. Looking him squarely in the eye, transfixing him with her intensity.
Passion fills her well modulated voice as she says “I hope you were taking notice, because that is the last tear, I will ever cry for you”.
This is a story of when love goes wrong. As the song goes “love really hurts without you” . For many people tragically love hurts more when they are with the one they love. Out of that can come the discovery of an incredible inner strength, this short story is a celebration of that strength. Even though this is focused on a woman, it could as easily be the mans experience.