Thursday, January 22, 2015

Decisions Decisions

So instead of using a prompt, I just went with something that was rattling around in my head. I hope you enjoy, Day 22 of the 31 day writing challenge.


No prompt – this is just my brain working on its own

Kayla walked up to the door and pulled it open. Breathing deeply, she thought about what she was going to say when she saw him again.  She thought she was over Logan but when she saw his text, she felt all of the feelings welling up inside of her again.  She was probably going to regret this little meeting but what the hell.  Smoothing her hand down her skirt, she spotted him sitting at a table in the corner.  He didn’t see her yet and it gave her a minute to study him.  She got a little bit of satisfaction out of the fact that he looked like shit.  He was noticeably thinner and he sat hunched.  His coal black hair now had some gray at the temples and his dove grey eyes were not as bright.  Small wrinkles had appeared around his eyes and mouth but his eyes were what kept drawing her attention. It wasn’t just that they didn’t shine like she remembered but there seemed to be a depth of sadness in them that pained her.  Despite everything, she didn’t want him to be in pain.  Yes, you dumb girl you do still love him.  He finally looked her way, just as she got to the table.  Rising from his seat, a shadow of a smile passed over his face but was quickly gone.  He looked like he wanted to touch her in some way but realized that she might not appreciate the gesture, so he swept his hand towards the chair opposite his and murmured, “Thank you for coming.”  Doing her best to clap some walls up around herself and her heart, she bruskly replied, “OK, I’m here what do you want to talk to me about?”  Logan realized that he was on limited time and floundered trying to get his words out.  “I am not sure how to begin.  I know there is no way to tak…”  “Look I am not here for an apology.  So don’t waste your time or mine.  What is it you want?”  Logan fiddled with his glass of water.  “Is that vodka?  That was your drink of choice wasn’t it?”  Logan’s eyes snapped up to hers, “No, it isn’t.  I haven’t had a drink since that night.”  Kayla was surprised and did her best to hide it, “Well good for you.  I hope you stick with it.  So, anyway what is it you want?”  Logan kept his eyes fixed on hers, he had heard the caring slip into her voice when she found out he wasn’t drinking anymore.  It wasn’t much but it gave him hope and the courage to say, “What do I want?  Well the short answer?  You.”  Kayla couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped her.  She looked at him and realized that he was serious; he really did want her back.  Getting up from the table, she grabbed her purse, turned, and headed for the door without a word.  As her hands shook, she fumbled in her purse for her keys.  She could hear his footsteps behind her and knew that she was going to have to say something to him. Disarming her alarm, she opened the door to her car, tossed her purse in, and turned to look at him.  “Please, don’t walk away.  Hea…” he stammered.  “Just stop.  I can’t listen to anything from you tonight.  Let me go I need to think.”  Sliding into the car, she saw him reach out to her but she didn’t give him the chance to touch her.  Slamming the door, she started the car and pulled out of her spot heading home.  Driving off, she didn’t make it far before she had to pull over.  She sat in her darkened car, heart racing, and tears rolling down her face.  She wasn’t sure if she was happy or pissed.  She had just gotten over him, over what happened and now it was all flooding back into her. Looks like the question now was, what did she want.

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