We looked at each other for a long time, until I broke away, standing up. I pretended to listen to the music, but I only stared out of the window. Thinking, thinking of what to say. The rain was pounding down, and suddenly I caught your reflection. I couldn’t tell for how long you had stood behind me. When you wrapped your arms around me from behind, I watched our reflections melt together.
Maybe this could be the happy ending Jack wanted. The happy ending I wanted.
But you let go of me. I could hear you moving in the back of the room, sitting down. I took the chair across from you, wondering what had just happened and if I maybe had dreamt it.
I looked at the floor, the table, your shoes but not your face. Only when you spoke I looked up. You had your eyes closed tightly, your hands were closed to fists.
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Re: Waiting for the Downpour
Date: 2004-08-01 04:50 pm (UTC)Maybe this could be the happy ending Jack wanted. The happy ending I wanted.
But you let go of me. I could hear you moving in the back of the room, sitting down. I took the chair across from you, wondering what had just happened and if I maybe had dreamt it.
I looked at the floor, the table, your shoes but not your face. Only when you spoke I looked up. You had your eyes closed tightly, your hands were closed to fists.
“I love you, Jake,” you said.
“I love you. God, I love you, what do you say?”
And I smiled, because I knew the answer to that.
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