It had been a month. The initial stinging pain of betrayal was now just a constant throb that showed no sign of stopping at all.
I saw Chaz at the coffee shop we used to go to all the time.
I was almost surprised to see him alone.
Although I hid in the corner and begged for him not to see me, I thought for a minute that maybe he sensed me. He turned to me almost immediately after getting his drink.
I didn't even know what to think.
He didn't look like himself.
He looked like he had one too many sleepless nights. His eyes met mine and I could see right through them.
The boy I loved looked back at me.
Not the boy who cheated on me.
He was gone, all that was left was the same old man whom I hadn't seen in what felt like ages.
"Sierra..." he says my name like it will be the last time.
I wish to tell him it was the first of many more times to come.
But I don't know how. I don't know how to love the man who for a moment couldn't love me back. Even though he stood in front of me and I wanted to run right into his arms it felt as thought there were a wall barricading us to opposite sides of the room.
He slowly take a few steps in my direction.
I can't decide if I want to stay or run and hide.
Once he realizes I'm not going anywhere he approaches me, and we're merely inches apart.
"Come take a walk with me, please?"
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To Those Who Worry
Short StoryWill she? Wont she? Will he? Wont he? Sierra wonders, steadily holding the glass cup in her hands, looking down at the bright screen of his cellphone. The glass that will soon be in hundreds of little glass shards all over the wooden flooring. The...
