Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Goodbye

Tears shivered on the brink of her reddened eyes. Unable to stay back, afraid of falling over the edge. A cowardly tear, unable to bear the pain, tumbled down the corner. It traveled all the way to her lip, leaving a shimmering path in its wake. It trembled momentarily, uncertain once again and then plunged down her lip.

She brushed an impatient hand against her lips. The ring on her finger bruising their swollen gentleness. She sniffed and cleared her throat. She took two steps backwards, increasing the distance between him and her. Her stone studded stilettos clicked softly but firmly on the spotless white tiles. The click a whisper of an echo in the stillness which surrounded her.

She watched him, as he threw his head back and laughed. The sunlight caught in his soft brown hair and made it look rustier than usual. She would remember him this way. She promised herself she would. For her, he would always laugh.

She tugged the red scarf free off her neck. For a moment she rubbed the satin smoothness between her fingers. She wondered if he remembered the scarf. It was not the only red thing they shared. One a rainy day, years ago, she had lovingly tied it around his neck. The red a perfect compliment to his fair skin.

The tears sprung again. And this time they did not hesitate. A drop landed on the scarf in her hand, darkening the shade of that spot to a much deeper red. Another tear soon followed. She looked away, blinking fast, as if that could stop the years of yearning. The tears had another plan in mind.

She crumpled to the floor unable to bear their torturous onslaught. The red scarf clutched tightly in a grip. It matched everything around it – the white tiles, her simple black dress, the pale hand it was clutched in. After a couple of moments she got to her feet. She tied the red scarf around the handle of the window. She watched for a moment longer as the glass between them muted his movements to her.

He looked happy.

“Goodbye, son” She whispered, uncaring that her farewell went unheard. She spun on her heels and headed out of the door.

She leaned for a moment against the door of her car and closed her eyes. Yes, he was laughing. For her, he would always laugh. She opened the door of the car and slid inside. She would always be able to picture him in the blink of an eye.

Always.

So how was it possible that she would never see him again?


16 comments:

Cardinal Ruby said...

You've described all the details so well. I'm amazed. :)

Awesome post. Very well-written.

Rain Girl said...

awww..this is so sad.. and beautiful..

HF said...

beautifully written :)

The Sage said...

oh but she would see him again, surely... would she not?? i am sure you would make her see him in the sequel too... please write one soon, na..

sanely insane said...

multi part stories, i like i like

been here after long...like how you describe, had almost forgotten...even a tear had its moment in the spotlight

Kevin said...

Well done old chap. Was he unplanned? Check out Planned Parenthood.

blunt edges said...

Came here on a boring weekday afternoon at work. And now I leave disturbed! *Sigh*

Beauty and the BEast said...

Cardinal Ruby,

Thank you!!

Beauty and the BEast said...

Rain Girl,

... :|

Beauty and the BEast said...

HF,

Thank you so much!! :)

Beauty and the BEast said...

The Sage,

That was so bloody encouraging :D :D but that story ends there... :|

Beauty and the BEast said...

sanely insane,

sorry to disappoint you this time :(

Beauty and the BEast said...

blunt edges...

... sowie.. didnt mean to upset you!!

blunt edges said...

Haha! I meant disturbed in a good way. Dunno if that makes sense, but am sure you'll figure out what I meant :)

sneha rahatekar said...

wow!! :(

Pinku said...

it seems to have been a goodbye from you too to the blog...

why arent u writing anymore?