As thefoodofloveismusic often says when she posts one of her clever manips, it had to be done, especially after this post of hers.
(or not :P)
“Matthew,” she called. “Matthew, please, stop!”
But he didn’t.
In fact, he was even more determined not to stop, now, his steps hurried down the stairs that led to the gravel path in front of the imposing bulk of the old city house.
He walked to his car, opened the door and threw his bag on the back seat.
When he moved to get into the car, though, she was there, effectively blocking him, her body between him and the driver seat.
“Move out of the way, Mary,” he hissed, fighting to keep control of his already fuming nerves.
She raised her chin.
“No,” she said.
He sighed exasperatedly, but his furious look did not seem to faze her.
In fact she held his gaze unbeaten and she didn’t even flinch when he moved closer, thinking for a moment about taking her by the arm and just shoving her away.
Of course, there was no way he could do it.
“I need to get inside the car,” he said, breathing deeply.
“We have not done talking yet.”
“But we have. You made everything quite clear.”
His voice waved at the end of the sentence, and he hated it, but he didn’t look away.
Instead, she did.
Her eyes fell down over his chest, and her hands closed in fists at her sides.
“You didn’t give me time to explain,” she said quietly.
“Weren’t three weeks long enough for that?”
“If you had actually listened to me instead of drawing your conclusions as you usually do…” she said, her head lifting suddenly, eyes narrowing like they always did when she was angry.
“So now it’s my fault!” he scoffed.
“Of course it is, you only see things as black and white, but they aren’t, Matthew, not where I’m concerned, and I thought you’d learned that by now!”
A slight blush had crept upon her cheeks as she spoke, a result of her irritation and passion, both of which he knew so well now.
God, he thought as he stared at her, she was so beautiful, even in this moment, the moment when it all ended.
He swallowed and an insistent desperation pressed suddenly upon his heart, for this was it, wasn’t it?
They were done, and he was leaving, and in a few weeks she would be leaving too.
There was no coming back from this.
The fight left his body at once, and he looked over at her sadly.
“I thought I knew a whole lot of things about you, Mary, but I was wrong,” he said softly.
She came closer, then, reaching for his hand, keeping it in between hers.
Mary looked up at him with wide, frantic eyes.
“You weren’t wrong,” she said, shaking her head. “You weren’t.”
He smiled weakly at her, as an endless sadness encompassed his heart.
“Maybe not, but we want different things from this relationship, that much is obvious, and I don’t think I can go on like that, you know I can’t.”
Her lips trembled as her eyes filled with tears.
“I know,” she whispered sorrowfully.
He stepped closer, his hand holding the side of her neck.
He kissed her forehead, his lips lingering there for a little while, as if to impress the memory and warmth of her on them.
“In many ways these past few months have been like dream,” he said, still holding her close, “but I am awake now, and it’s time for me to go back to the real world.”
He stepped back, releasing her, and she didn’t reach for him.
She watched him silently for a moment or two.
Finally, she nodded.
She moved away slowly, and he got into the car.
“Can I call you?” Mary asked, and when he looked questioningly up at her she smiled, although her eyes were still wide and now seemed a little lost.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” he managed to say around the knot in his throat.
“Not because- I mean… I just want to know how you are getting on.”
She took a step toward him.
“Please,” she said, “if nothing else, at least give me this. I know I’ve ruined everything, but I-”
“You didn’t,” he interrupted her. He pressed his lips together, trying to offer her a smile and failing. “It just wasn’t meant to be.”
He saw how her brow furrowed with sorrow, how tears were pooling again in her eyes, and he could feel tears pricking in his own eyes too.
He had to go away.
“I’ll call you,” he said just before starting the car, before her anguished, beautiful face made his purpose crumble and fall into pieces.
He didn’t know why he said it. It was an empty promise even to his own ears.
“Alright,” she said, and her words too sounded hollow.
He nodded, pushed the accelerator down, and drove away without looking back.