In the Restaurant
I returned to my chair, the slice of cheesecake on my hand. I sat down and fed it into the mouth of my girlfriend, her expression cheerful as she swallowed it. She snuggled closer to my chest, her head resting on my shoulder. Her head rose and sagged as my chest breathed in and out. I was about to start some casual small talk when I spotted a familiar figure outside the store, browsing the products. I squinted my eyes to see who it was, and got a terrible shock. She was my wife, appearing at the wrong place and time.
‘Please don’t come in…please don’t come in…’, I pleaded to god, my girlfriend’s head still relaxing on my shoulder despite my sweaty palms. She came in.
I tried to take my girlfriend’s head off my shoulder gently, but she thought that I was playing with her. She snuggled even closer and put her arms around my waist. Great. My wife looked my way. Before I knew it, her eyes were seeping great big tears of mixed emotions. She ran out of the coffee shop. Tired of my sick life, I pushed my girlfriend away and ran after her.
Outside, it was raining. At the one moment, the only thing that I could think of was ‘I thought these things only happened in the movies’. She turned towards me and pointed at me, as thought accusing me. I moved towards her, but she held up her hand, signaling me to stop. Unexpectedly, she stepped into the driveway and got hit by a cement truck. Her body flew back a few meters and slid to a halt in front of a stop sign. The truck slew to a halt and the trucker rushed towards the body. The raindrops seemed to trickle onto my body heavier, drowning me in sorrow. I looked back towards my girlfriend, still lying on the floor. I walked back towards her, a smile taped onto my face.
I wiped the tears away from my eyes, distress and regret seeping through my body. I should never have shouted at my husband. The night had been long, and I...