The Window Break-Up

[shamarkate]

She watched him from the window of her second floor apartment. He didn't turn around and she'd be lying if she said she had even wanted him to. The last breath exchanged from either of the two had been one they'd been holding for a while. As they took a breath and let out the stale air, they exchanged glances holding more words than their parting lips could ever say. She read in his eyes a feeling of anguish. His eyes said it was over and she knew it wasn't necessary to decimate the feeling by the scrutiny of words because she felt it too. And then, looking away from him, but soaking in the last bit of his essence she'd ever need, she motioned for him to leave. She went straight to the window after she shut the door behind him. But even as she stood there at the window, looking down at him, watching his quick steps as he went down the stairs two at a time and never missing a beat, it was hard to imagine that it would be the last time she'd be looking at him from her window, watching him leave. Turning away from the window, after a moment spent in a daze, she was left with nothing left but the silence of her apartment room. She was aware now that the silence was as still as it had ever been and the clock on the wall was back to slow-mode. Gravity seemed to take hold of her, now that the lightness of love had been lifted. Her heart, tugged down with the force, was heavy and the tears rolling down her cheeks were the only things moving more quickly than her racing heart beat. She looked down at the floor to where he has stood just moments before. She smiled and lit a cigarette.
--MaRsHa