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he froze. time suspended the smooth hands that she loved in hers, rubbing the small patch of warm skin near his thumb in small circles while they ran in a romantic cliche under city street lights at midnight, but right now, he was frozen. it sped up, pushing forward people and events that would change eachother, without even realizing it, kind of like when you wake up one morning at seventeen years old and it hits you, you are almost there, really there. well it hit him, as the cool metal grasped his hand, it grasped him more than he grasped it. "in or out" said the obese mexican man with his pudgy fingers wrapped around the steering wheel of the cab, they looked like breakfast sausages, kissing in between bites of french toast with warm maple syrup, but his voice was gyrating and snapped him back to the cool metal underneath the hands she loved. the pictures swam before him, his eyes were watering. in or out, in or out.
she froze. this time the heartbreak wasnt just coming from her heart, it was radiating in fluent waves from every corner of the shining hard wood floors, from the small ocean colored carpet in front of the sink, from the water as it dripped, drip, drip. hitting porcelian, and she felt like porcelian. her fingertips were fragile and she held her hands up to the light mumbling something to dear god who probably didnt know her since she had been happy forever, sailing through life without even realizing it, without even noticing that she had never felt negativity, discomfort, distortion, or sadness. she did not own those words, they werent hers, and she didnt know them. for once her mouth felt dry and, racking her brain for the vocabulary she had acquired from years of private schooling, she breathed in deeply. there was nothing. her brown eyes looked down as her red fingernails hovered above the number 6, a signal of luminescent flashing that would end with six more numbers, 97-8459 and she was waiting for her heart to remove the floodgates and rush forward into being forward.
he watched the numbers of the fare rise steadily, and suddenly they became the days he would spend alone. right now he spent time behind the front seat gazing into the rearview mirror, looking backwards and imagining what it would be like to go forward.
seven beeps led her to a sense of accomplishment, and her brain reverted back to everything she owned and they were all the things she knew and loved. eleven rings later, there was nothing, nothing, nothing. bravely, she had jumped forward, but circumstance sucked her into being backward.
the receiver in her hand, and she was heart broken.
the cool metal door handle in his hand, and he was heart broken.
out.
she froze. this time the heartbreak wasnt just coming from her heart, it was radiating in fluent waves from every corner of the shining hard wood floors, from the small ocean colored carpet in front of the sink, from the water as it dripped, drip, drip. hitting porcelian, and she felt like porcelian. her fingertips were fragile and she held her hands up to the light mumbling something to dear god who probably didnt know her since she had been happy forever, sailing through life without even realizing it, without even noticing that she had never felt negativity, discomfort, distortion, or sadness. she did not own those words, they werent hers, and she didnt know them. for once her mouth felt dry and, racking her brain for the vocabulary she had acquired from years of private schooling, she breathed in deeply. there was nothing. her brown eyes looked down as her red fingernails hovered above the number 6, a signal of luminescent flashing that would end with six more numbers, 97-8459 and she was waiting for her heart to remove the floodgates and rush forward into being forward.
he watched the numbers of the fare rise steadily, and suddenly they became the days he would spend alone. right now he spent time behind the front seat gazing into the rearview mirror, looking backwards and imagining what it would be like to go forward.
seven beeps led her to a sense of accomplishment, and her brain reverted back to everything she owned and they were all the things she knew and loved. eleven rings later, there was nothing, nothing, nothing. bravely, she had jumped forward, but circumstance sucked her into being backward.
the receiver in her hand, and she was heart broken.
the cool metal door handle in his hand, and he was heart broken.
out.