THIS IS A CONTINUATION OF A SHORT STORY POST CALLED “room temperature – faye webster”

“Ready to go?” She stood across the table with the her mismatched socks and the tote bag with the red logo from that show she always talks about. I never end up watching it. I never remember why.

“Let me get my jacket.” I responded. I tried to be playful but it came out a bit too sharp. Her face immediately went sour. As if she regretted even asking. I knew it in my heart of hearts that I’d wronged her. I had to apologize.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” I pleaded. She nodded, but I can see it in her eyes I had hurt her. I knew that I’d make it up to her. I had to. But I think any advance toward her would be seen as hostile. So I left it. I stood up and went across the room to grab my jacket. I put my hand on the jean jacket, taking it off in on swift pull. Taking down the whole coat rack with it.

“Okay that’s it. Baby, what the fuck is wrong with you today?” She never called me that unless it was serious. While I was on the floor, I took a peak up at her. She was now next to me. Her mismatched socks staring right at me.

“I-I don’t know. I’m not sure.” I managed to utter out. She put her hand on my shoulder. She kissed my forehead. It was like a key to a world of joy. I love her so deeply. And with that kiss, I knew it was reciprocated. Something about it was healing, soothing even. Then the tears flowed out. A cry like this only comes once in a blue moon. And it completely empties the parts of you that you never knew existed.

She held me tight. Her left shoulder was soaked. Every so often her lips would touch my hair. There was a moment of solace. Despite the tears. My mind finally cleared up. I found myself unable to lie to her or myself anymore.

(I … UH DON’T KNOW WHERE TO GO WITH THIS SO THIS IS IT FOR NOW!!!)