Disclaimer: Be warned, I wrote this micro-story exactly five years ago. It had been hidden away on my Facebook page for all these years, written during a time when I was (to put it lightly) a bit of a mental mess. This is what goes down when I have insomnia!
Cassie stared out of her window, a worried expression plastered on her
face. The rain pounded the streets below as she tried in vain to see
through the darkness into Central Park; there was an entrance right
across the street. He'd run directly into that entrance after she told
him. Her heart grew heavy and her breath grew ragged as the reality of
it hit her - he wasn't coming back.
ominously as she turned away from the window, praying that he was safe.
Central Park may have been fun to visit during the day, but at night it
was no more than a large stretch of Gangland. She was certain he'd be
attracting attention to himself, given that he had run directly into the
heart of the park screaming at the top of his lungs.
gave her Jack Russell a pat on the head and climbed into bed, very aware
of the guilt that was slowly consuming her. If he died tonight, she was
most certainly to blame. Tears ran down her face in warm rivulets, and
she covered her face in her hands. Her stomach tightened, and she bent
forward in an effort to keep herself together.
over what had just transpired in her head; how could she have done it
differently? She had made a promise to never make that change; she
hadn't meant to betray him, but she knew he had a right to know. Perhaps
if she could have told him differently, he wouldn't be braving a mad
run through Central Park at two o' clock in the morning.
Curling into a ball on the bed, she wondered if she should have just
resisted temptation completely. Should she have just walked away? She
couldn't imagine being able to; so much of the same benefits, with so
much less of a hassle. It was more than a love affair - it was an
obsession. The truth was, while she felt horrible about it, she had no
regrets. It WAS a change she had to make.
Cassie closed her
eyes tight, and a soft sob escaped her heart-shaped mouth. She hoped he
was okay. She hoped he'd learn to accept it. And most of all, she hoped
he came back. She wouldn't go back to it; she couldn't! Still, the
heartbroken look on his face very nearly killed her as she thought of
him standing in front her, as she uttered the words.
"I can't believe it's not butter."