The Dark
I looked out the window. Rain. Loud pattering of huge water droplets hit the roof. The impact of the blast sends dust particles flying into the next available crevis sopping wet and cursing. Cursing. I thought about the horrible things i had said to a close friend. Something i should have kept to myself even though i knew she was wrong. Blinded by what she called love she let that animal treat her as he does. I frowned at the thought. Even large carnivores knew what that bastard was capable of.
Hatred. I felt the hurt caused onto one of my closest friends. She did not deserve it. She deserves something more. She deserved an angel. I walked into my kitchen and put the kettle on. Coffee. The smell of cuban roast was enough to push me into the deep recessess of my memory into a time when i met him. Within a few second, a simple man could destroy one of the few places i hold dear. I touched my cheek. The place she slapped me under the watchful grin of that monster she calls honey. Clayton. I growled his name in malice as the shriek of the kettle pierces the defening silence.
It has been two weeks since the incident. Time to pass the peace pipe. As always, I lay down my pride as the sacrificial lamb. My pride was bleeting in terror as i picked up the reciever and pressed down the numbers relating to her. It was ringing. She picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Macy, It's me,"
"You'd think i'd know your voice by now Keira. I've known you since we were in middle school,"
"Yea," i laughed. "I called to pass the peace pipe,"
"I could guess," i heard a smile. "I need to apolagise too. I thought about what you said and it's not an excuse to be with someone... i broke up with him,"
"Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry," Was all i could say after a moments pause. Inside, I was putting out fireworks.
"No, you're not. You're just being nice... admit it,"
"Well, if you insist. so how 'bout we talk this over our usual coffee break. Say this Saturday, noon-ish?"
"Sure, but be well aware that im still pretty heartbroken,"
"That's just all i needed to hear. See you then,"
I put down the reciever and smiled. It wasn't as bad as i imagined it. Overlooking my pride which was chewed up and spat out, I sat in front of the idiot box, turned it on and quietly sipped my coffee.
Hatred. I felt the hurt caused onto one of my closest friends. She did not deserve it. She deserves something more. She deserved an angel. I walked into my kitchen and put the kettle on. Coffee. The smell of cuban roast was enough to push me into the deep recessess of my memory into a time when i met him. Within a few second, a simple man could destroy one of the few places i hold dear. I touched my cheek. The place she slapped me under the watchful grin of that monster she calls honey. Clayton. I growled his name in malice as the shriek of the kettle pierces the defening silence.
It has been two weeks since the incident. Time to pass the peace pipe. As always, I lay down my pride as the sacrificial lamb. My pride was bleeting in terror as i picked up the reciever and pressed down the numbers relating to her. It was ringing. She picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Macy, It's me,"
"You'd think i'd know your voice by now Keira. I've known you since we were in middle school,"
"Yea," i laughed. "I called to pass the peace pipe,"
"I could guess," i heard a smile. "I need to apolagise too. I thought about what you said and it's not an excuse to be with someone... i broke up with him,"
"Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry," Was all i could say after a moments pause. Inside, I was putting out fireworks.
"No, you're not. You're just being nice... admit it,"
"Well, if you insist. so how 'bout we talk this over our usual coffee break. Say this Saturday, noon-ish?"
"Sure, but be well aware that im still pretty heartbroken,"
"That's just all i needed to hear. See you then,"
I put down the reciever and smiled. It wasn't as bad as i imagined it. Overlooking my pride which was chewed up and spat out, I sat in front of the idiot box, turned it on and quietly sipped my coffee.
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