Jan 08, 2008 20:18
She sat down on the couch, all the other chairs were starting to fill up, soon there wouldn't be a seat left. She was friends with some there, but they didn't aknowledge her coming in. So she had found a spot and decided that someone would eventually sit in the spot beside her. The room continued to fill, but the spot beside her remained empty. She looked around, soon the place beside her would be the only one left. The room was filled with the sound of people talking and laughing and overall enjoying themselves and each other. She however sat in silence. And that silence grew all around becoming a wall that enclosed her into ackward solitude. She began to try to pretend that she was digging in her purse, checking that her phone was turned off, that she didn't have anything planned in her agenda, and so on. With all those chores done, she looked at the clock. Time seemed to stand still. And yet, she was still sitting alone, and talking to no one. She held back an urge, burying it deep with every other urge she has. There's never time to express and deal with urges. More people came into the room but there was still a seat left beside her. She didn't care who took it, but hoped that someone would. Time dragged on, one humilating minute after the other as she sat alone with her only her thoughts for company. Then, there he was, the lone straggler, coming in late, looking for that last seat. "It's here," she thought to herself, "right beside me, there's one seat left, please plop down." he scanned the room, his eyes seeing the seat and looking beyond. She was tensed with waiting. The humiliation was almost too much as he passed the only seat left and opped to find a folding chair and squeeze in somewhere else.
That was it. No one was coming to talk or sit with her. She hung her head, and heard the lesson begin. She felt all red inside. "The worst of it all," she thought, "is that this is hardly the first time it's happened."
How horrible is it that we make ghosts of the living?