This may be the softest thing and most real I’ve ever written, it was just a quick piece that I wrote on a whim…
They had nothing to say to each other- there was nothing to be said. In this world there was no time. There was no hustle. No bustle. No rush. Not one reason to move before this perfect moment had sunk in. Her dark eyes read the innermost workings of his soul. How? With a gaze of intent that read his every thought, wish and desire. The lights were low and the bar was loud, but there was nothing that could stop this chemistry…
“Come on honey, we best head home,” through the crowd she heard a woman’s voice, she was unimpressed, “our flight is early tomorrow, we need some sleep.” That was when he snapped to reality, turned and made to follow the command. He turned his head once more just to see those insightful eyes once more. But she had gone, disappeared into the crowd. Leaving nothing but the burning impression of those deep, dark eyes inside his head. How could he find her again now that it was too late? He turned to make his goodbyes.
Pushing and scrambling through the throngs of merry, drunken party-goers her eyes were hot with freshly falling tears. Tonight was meant to be the night that it all came true. She knew what he wanted and he knew what she needed. But nothing could be said aloud. It was his party; she knew that. But she’d thought she knew he’d be alone. That wasn’t the case. Now he was gone forever as she stumbled blindly into the ladies’ bathroom to wipe he anger away. They’d worked together for years, straight out of high school when they had started with pretty much nothing but the clothes on their backs. And it might not have been the most engaging of jobs, to be fair, it was near enough mind-numbingly boring. But he had always brightened up her working day, making the time pass quicker than normal with his easy smile and laid-back charisma. She’d never made her hopes and dreams clear to him; there was no way he would reciprocate. She could have poured out her heart one day and let it all loose, but where would that get her, to an awkward working life henceforth and flat-out rejection. No thank you. She kept her quiet and admired from afar, but tonight, she knew she had her last chance. And in those last moments – across the party – she knew that a risk not taken is more painful than a risk that fails.
She had to live with her choice. He was moving on.
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