|Mojo's Mountain (standard:romance, 1007 words)|
|Author: 525||Added: Sep 16 2000||Views/Reads: 2709/2||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A short scene. New love blooms in the telling of old.|
.....................So I asked Leslie if she wanted to go walk the dog with me. She asked where I walked him and I said "over by that hill, not to far from the house." Of course she said yes, she loved hanging out with my dog. So we gathered up the dog walking paraphernalia and got everything in the truck for the short drive. We didn't say anything on the ride, it was a beautiful day and Les was just looking out the window apparently in deep thought. She looked beautiful too, she always did, but it really seemed to hit me the way we were quiet and the way she was staring into the hillside. She caught me looking at her and smiled, there was no way I could have kept from smiling back at her and I could feel a little extra blood flowing into my cheeks. We got out of the truck and I put Mojo on his leash and he immediately ran to the end of it. I told Les that this is where my relationship with Julie officially ended, we had come here to talk and walk the dog too. She looked at me and didn't say anything, Les could usually tell whether she needed to jump in the conversation or just listen, and this was no exception. So we did what we came here to do, I told the story, she listened, we walked. Julie and I had walked just as Les and I were now. We had our walk at night though and we knew we were there to talk. She had left about three months before, saying she was unhappy, I didn't think that was good reason but I didn't have much choice as I watched her gather some things in a garbage bag and walk out the door. It had been strictly business after that. Then, about three months later, out of the blue she started talking about going out together, which was a huge shock to me. I said ok and we did once but we kept the conversation easy, but I didn't want to continue unless we did talk about the big issues and that was what we were here to do tonight. She looked troubled, I'm sure I did too, it had been a hard time for me. She was wearing a jacket that was a little big and the sleeves came down over her hands I usually thought that looked cool on girls and tonight was no exception. We walked for a while not saying anything, I wanted to give her a chance to start, I didn't feel like saying anything right then anyway. After a while I realized nothing was going to get said if I didn't start talking. If we were going to get back together I had a long list of questions that needed to be answered but I still wasn't really even sure if that's what we were talking about. So I said "before we get into this, let me make sure I'm clear on what we're doing, we are talking about getting back together, right? She said "yes, counseling has made me realize that our relationship is not the root cause of my unhappiness and I want to work on us, and work on me, and.......... I love you." I wanted very much for that to happen, to believe her, but I needed some answers to some not so easy questions first. So I kind of danced around explaining about how since she had left I had thought about how my next relationship would have to be and how I would hold her to those same standards, pretty much anyway. I would be willing to accept a plan to work towards those conditions because we had a history and because I loved her. I said, "there are some things I have to know" she looked at me, we walked. So I dove in head first, "have you had sex with anyone else?" She stopped and turned towards me, her hands went to her face, still covered in the coat sleeves, she took a step backwards and started crying. I said, "well I'm done then"; I turned and continued walking. I think I went into shock, literally, physically, like when a guy gets his arm cut off in an industrial accident and his body just shuts down so he doesn't die from the pain. It was like a self-induced coma my soul used for self-preservation. Mojo trotted on ahead, his world hadn't changed much. Eat, sleep, walk... mostly sleep. I was just walking back to the truck, by myself really, Julie stayed a couple of steps behind me, but it wouldn't have mattered if she would have been in my face trying to get my attention, I still would have been alone. When we got there she asked, "do you want me to walk back?" I shook my head. It always struck me as odd; she was concerned about me being uncomfortable in the same car with her for two minutes, yet she had just made the rest of my life uncomfortable. I heard myself let out a deep breath and realized I hadn't really thought about that night that much since it had happened. I mean I had thought about the general situation and some other specifics almost constantly, but that night must have been kinda blocked out. In telling the story to Les today I probably saved it from the forgotten archives of mental suppression. That thought pulled me back to the present, I looked at Les and saw the trail of a single small tear from the corner of her eye down to her jaw line where it was still hanging on. I felt a tingling chill run up my back and out my shoulders finally settling as goosebumps on my arms. I hugged her and I realized I loved her. I wasn't sure exactly what that meant but I knew it was true, so I told her. Tweet
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