Obscurity by Maria Fokas
A warm smile for me, before he got up, out of that old familiar wooden chair.
Could he be feeling the change too?
No matter what happened; when that day came, I would leave, and he would eventually forget. I had seen the signs before, though this time, the illusion of forgiveness was not mentioned; or that aching pain of expectations. I wondered, did he ever have any?
Oh, who was I kidding, he was going to pretend he had none, just like I always did. We both knew that expectations always lurked in the background; we had many a late night talks about the consequences of false intentions; talks that took to the early mist of dawn.
He turned to me, another smile; there it is: He’s going to try and change me. It will happen, bit by bit, with his subtle word games. He’s going to promise me a better life, and I know what will happen in the end; A broken heart!
We will abruptly go our separate ways, and end up in each other’s past; And on odd days wonder.
But what if I’m wrong . . . what if he stays? It would be an amazing thing; if we could both want that.
And then that sweet smile again,
With a black cup of coffee in one hand and a steaming slice of apple pie in the other, he fought his way back, through the chaos of uncertainty.
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