Broken Promises
This story is a about a young man who returns home from the army to his true love. They had promised to marry each other and start a family before he left seven years ago. This is where they first met...
I could hardly believe my eyes when I first saw him. He stood by a black car in a navy blue jeans and a plain white T-shirt. He was older and tanner. I looked at him for a few seconds trying to take it all in and to recall at the same time. Who could it be I thought?
Seven years has passed by.
There was a silence that last only for a few minutes. I was peeping through the window upstairs. He walked slowly towards the house, and then stopped uncertainly by the gate. He gently rubbed his bald head and smiled looking at the door. Oh! That sweet bitter smile! I remembered, like it was almost yesterday, when he smiled that same smile before he left. It had to be him I thought.
Seven years... it has been.
I closed the curtains and rushed downstairs fast as possible to the front door. I told myself to stay calm and expect nothing of him. Yet I couldn’t help my mind from wondering. Questions and thoughts rushed into my mind like a flood without a warning.
My hands started shaking and my knees threaten to give way to gravity. I held the door knob tightly with my bony fingers. They turned pale and numb. My heart started pounding hard. I waited at the door, holding the knob tightly, leaning to steady myself. Few quick, but clear knocks were heard. I began to breathe harder. I was nervous, happy… and anxious.
I carefully opened half the door and hid behind it only exposing my face. He rubbed his bold head again and smiled at me. I felt chills running all over my body. He said his name and where he was from. And then asked me mine. I replied back in the same likeness. He chuckled a bit and I smiled at him. It really was him!
Seven years… it was a long time.
I opened the door and took few steps backwards. He held out his hands to me and smiled invitingly. I stepped forwards towards his body but stopped. He took both my hands in his. He rubbed a finger around the edge of my wedding ring. Then he placed both of them on my big, rounded protruding belly. Tears began to roll down my face. He held his smile and looked directly at me. He looked at a woman who was not his wife and who was the mother of someone else’s child.
And gently kissing my forehead, like an angel, he said, "I still love you."
Seven years… it was, indeed, a very long time ago.
~Xavior, Jessica
Seven years has passed by.
There was a silence that last only for a few minutes. I was peeping through the window upstairs. He walked slowly towards the house, and then stopped uncertainly by the gate. He gently rubbed his bald head and smiled looking at the door. Oh! That sweet bitter smile! I remembered, like it was almost yesterday, when he smiled that same smile before he left. It had to be him I thought.
Seven years... it has been.
I closed the curtains and rushed downstairs fast as possible to the front door. I told myself to stay calm and expect nothing of him. Yet I couldn’t help my mind from wondering. Questions and thoughts rushed into my mind like a flood without a warning.
My hands started shaking and my knees threaten to give way to gravity. I held the door knob tightly with my bony fingers. They turned pale and numb. My heart started pounding hard. I waited at the door, holding the knob tightly, leaning to steady myself. Few quick, but clear knocks were heard. I began to breathe harder. I was nervous, happy… and anxious.
I carefully opened half the door and hid behind it only exposing my face. He rubbed his bold head again and smiled at me. I felt chills running all over my body. He said his name and where he was from. And then asked me mine. I replied back in the same likeness. He chuckled a bit and I smiled at him. It really was him!
Seven years… it was a long time.
I opened the door and took few steps backwards. He held out his hands to me and smiled invitingly. I stepped forwards towards his body but stopped. He took both my hands in his. He rubbed a finger around the edge of my wedding ring. Then he placed both of them on my big, rounded protruding belly. Tears began to roll down my face. He held his smile and looked directly at me. He looked at a woman who was not his wife and who was the mother of someone else’s child.
And gently kissing my forehead, like an angel, he said, "I still love you."
Seven years… it was, indeed, a very long time ago.
~Xavior, Jessica
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