Too Late
A short story about a girl who gains the strength to do something she needed to do. Only this one part to the story!
She paced back and forth in front of his house. The rain kept coming down. It didn’t bother her. After what felt like an hour he came outside. He looked beat down and broken. Undecided. He always had a way of making her feel guilty and sympathetic. She knew it was an act yet she always found herself believing him. She convinced herself that he was really hurt this time. That he was really sorry.
They both sat down on the rain drenched front porch of his house. She looked over at him. Hurt in her eyes. Deep and genuine. He looked at her. Raindrops dripped into his eyes and clouded his vision. But he saw the pain in her eyes. He wanted to reach out and touch her but he knew that she would turn away. She wanted him to hold her, but she knew deep down inside herself that it would be fake.
"Come inside, it’s raining" he said
She smiled a little at his obvious statement and resisted the urge to crack a joke. Pulling herself back into the normal. She forced herself to talk.
"No, I won’t be staying long."
He looked at her in shock. She never said that. She always came in. He would apologize and they would make up. That was how it worked.
"What is it?" he asked her.
She sat there for a minute, the rain drops falling into her hair, her eyelashes. She hesitated to speak. He looked at her with a questioning, frightened look on his face. She drew a quick, deep breath and gathered her only strength.
"You did it again didn’t you?"
He looked at her with shame in his eyes. He looked like an angel, one that lied.
"Yah, I did." he hung his head like a disciplined animal.
"You promised me though. Right?"
"Yah"
"Don’t you love me?"
He paused. His breath caught in his throat. He knew he did, but saying it seemed like a lie after he had sex with that other girl again. She looked at him expectantly. He could see she was crying now.
"Of course I love you." he said, just a little too late.
She stood up and began to pace in front of him. She looked as if she was waging an internal battle. She was. He was begging her not to go. Asking her to come inside. Ensuring her he loved her. Promising and crying and swearing he wouldn’t do it anymore. He wouldn’t hurt her. He meant it. But she had heard it all. Gotten hurt too many times. Too many times she had believed him when she knew he was outright lying to her.
"No."
It was all she said. Just one word. He was thrown. She never said no to him. He broke down on his porch in the rain, she walked away. The rain seemed to bounce of her shoulders. She felt proud. He felt what she used to feel. But it was too late.
They both sat down on the rain drenched front porch of his house. She looked over at him. Hurt in her eyes. Deep and genuine. He looked at her. Raindrops dripped into his eyes and clouded his vision. But he saw the pain in her eyes. He wanted to reach out and touch her but he knew that she would turn away. She wanted him to hold her, but she knew deep down inside herself that it would be fake.
"Come inside, it’s raining" he said
She smiled a little at his obvious statement and resisted the urge to crack a joke. Pulling herself back into the normal. She forced herself to talk.
"No, I won’t be staying long."
He looked at her in shock. She never said that. She always came in. He would apologize and they would make up. That was how it worked.
"What is it?" he asked her.
She sat there for a minute, the rain drops falling into her hair, her eyelashes. She hesitated to speak. He looked at her with a questioning, frightened look on his face. She drew a quick, deep breath and gathered her only strength.
"You did it again didn’t you?"
He looked at her with shame in his eyes. He looked like an angel, one that lied.
"Yah, I did." he hung his head like a disciplined animal.
"You promised me though. Right?"
"Yah"
"Don’t you love me?"
He paused. His breath caught in his throat. He knew he did, but saying it seemed like a lie after he had sex with that other girl again. She looked at him expectantly. He could see she was crying now.
"Of course I love you." he said, just a little too late.
She stood up and began to pace in front of him. She looked as if she was waging an internal battle. She was. He was begging her not to go. Asking her to come inside. Ensuring her he loved her. Promising and crying and swearing he wouldn’t do it anymore. He wouldn’t hurt her. He meant it. But she had heard it all. Gotten hurt too many times. Too many times she had believed him when she knew he was outright lying to her.
"No."
It was all she said. Just one word. He was thrown. She never said no to him. He broke down on his porch in the rain, she walked away. The rain seemed to bounce of her shoulders. She felt proud. He felt what she used to feel. But it was too late.
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