Thinking About You (A Fragment)

This is a freestyle writing piece that I’m polishing for a novel. 

* * * 

Stop all contact.

The words break me in half. 

I watch his lips repeat these words. Everything is a blurred motion, the streaks of the waiter and passing crowds color the background. In high school, I learned the trick in a photography class. I still use it in my working life. But we are close to frozen, moving like cold molasses on a frosty day. The time that it takes for him to cover my hand feel like years. For my brain to process the words that come after that statement, it is a slow wind from his tongue and lips to the part of me that understands. I read through all the lines inserting my truthiness and the real truth in between it all.

I hoped for closure. A final goodbye. A final kiss. The ending sex which is never as good as break up sex but would do because I would have him one more time. 

I hoped for him. For us. With these words, the hope is gone. 

I have to close the shutter on this frame. I have to end this and develop the photo. All I will have is this moment. I close my eyes to take it all in. The last time. The finale to us. 

Published by tianajohnson90

I am an oil-and-water combination of humor, ambition, laziness, insecurity, certainty, procrastination, and drive. I am an aspiring romance novelist who writes by the seat of her pants. Waging and sometimes winning a daily battle with procrastination, plots, characters, and the day job.

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