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The Split (standard:romance, 541 words)
Author: Brian NewmanAdded: Mar 28 2004Views/Reads: 1750/0Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
How I lost the Girl of my Dreams
 



Our marriage last five weeks. 

The parting was touching. She came into my arms, one last time. We
didn't say anything. She has a kind of quiet purr and I just listened 
to that. She denies having it, and most people don't hear it. But I do. 


The day before she had told me that she had married me as a 'gesture'. I
wasn't sure what that meant, but it was a gesture I certainly 
appreciated. 

She, I'm sorry to say, was kind of embarrassed by the whole thing. 

"The way we met..." she always starts to say, and never finishes. 

Our meeting was sort of crazy. It was a good kind of crazy, something I
simply call Fate. I thought I could keep her with that thought, but one 
day she found a way to answer. 

"Fate's change." she said. 

I had hoped not. The more I thought about it, the more I became
convinced that fates do indeed change. If they don't, we are all in 
trouble. Once she had decided that fate had changed I tried my best to 
keep things easy. I didn't want any bad feeling. Emotions can be 
horrible, especially after they have been so good. 

They had been good. Life together was grand, actually. 

She snored, and then when awake, denied it. I threatened to tape record
her one night, but I never did. Maybe I should have. It would be a nice 
remembrance of her. I could play it, and it might make me sleep better 
now. 

My first warning of the split happened over breakfast. Out of nowhere,
with fresh coffee in my hand, and that great bacon and eggs smell in 
the air, I saw her wipe away a tear. I jumped up, thinking the toast 
must be burning, or something. The food was okay. It was just her. She 
turned away and busied herself with something. 

"What's wrong?" I asked. 

"Nothing." she replied, and turned to give me one of thos fake
'everything is alright' smiles. But it wasn't. She looked different. It 
took me a minute or two, but I figured out the change. She wasn't 
wearing the necklace. The symbol of out meeting was gone. 

As a gift, the day of our wedding, I had given her a sterling silver
copy of the very thing that had started our 'Fate' together. She had 
been working at a restaurant. As part of the tip I had left her a 
little heart necklace, with a portion cut out in a key shape. It was a 
cheap thing, but it had been somehow really meaningful to her. So I had 
it copied in real silver. As well as the key part, which is still on my 
key chain. 

"What happened? I asked, as I pointed at her neck. 

"It broke." was all she said. 

Life is like that, I guess. Things break. People break. Relationships
and marriages break. Everything breaks. 

I gave her some dangly silver earrings as a going away present. 

"Try not to break them." I said. 

She laughed at that! 

I know her soul. That's the part that counts. The part, I hope, that
never breaks. 

She left. 

Like a dying person, I saw everything and understood nothing. 


   


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