March Roundup Contest Entry 2015
Prompt: In 250 words or fewer, pick a quote from a published author or book and write about it.
“Sometimes you have to do what’s wrong in order to do what’s right.”
Peter F. Hamilton, The Dreaming Void
“Hey, I’m so glad to see you.” My tone is a manic mix of light-hearted optimism and inconsolable fear.
I grip one hand with the other to stop the shaking. There is nothing I can do about my head. It irritates me endlessly. Whenever I’m stressed, there’s a slight vibration in my neck. I’m sure I’m not the only one who notices it.
She steps through the door and looks at me with hollow eyes. “Let’s sit down,” she says.
“Sure, of course.” I signal to my room. No roommate anymore and no more furniture leaves the place almost empty, just a bed and memories.
We both sit and I begin. I am a bursting fountain-head of cliché: “I love you. We can work. I’m begging you. You’re my soul-mate”. I’ve made it harder for her. In the end I hurt her more.
But her words are absolution: “I don’t. No we can’t. I don’t care. You’re not mine.”
Inside, whatever dignity I had is swept away. Grief strips me. I am nothing. Outside, my shell persists. Discontent with leaving any scrap behind, I negotiate my pride: trade reality for one last illusion. When she’s walking to the door, I’m almost optimistic. Maybe there’s a chance. Maybe it’s not over. Maybe when I leaned in for that last kiss before she left, those lips weren’t dead.