Welcome to my latest! Not much to say at this point, but read, and please
Rain fell rapidly onto the concrete sidewalks. Warm lights shone from
the inside of houses lining the street. Water overflowed the gutters as the
torrents of rain refused to give up.
The dark figure pulled his coat tighter around him, he looked at the
house, so familiar, but so foreign. His breath came out in short puffs.
Around the house was wrought iron fencing. The house itself was a Victorian
Manor, large arched windows, a beautiful wooden door, stained glass. He
watched as the faint cloud of his breath drifted up in front of his face.
Honestly, what was he doing here? He let out a small scornful laugh,
he knew why, he had no where else to go. But the real question was he
wasting his time? Would she think he was wasting hers? He sighed. This
wouldn't be the easiest thing he'd ever done, he'd spent the last several
years trying to avoid it, but everything he seemed to do seemed to lead him
A movement in the large window of the living room caught his
attention. There she was, that beautiful blonde. He watched as she bent
over to retrieve something, her golden locks beautifully cascading over her
shoulders. Her perfect, soft, pale rose colored lips broke into a smile as
she stood back up. She looked around the room, her hands placed delicately
on her small hips. She was older and more womanly now, but other than that,
time had had little effect.
He sighed as she moved away from the window. It'd been five years
since they'd graduated, she was twenty three, as was he, what kind of
emotional change had time had? He ran a hand through his wet curly hair. He
wished he could have gotten a cab, but he'd been lucky to catch the bus and
even luckier that the bus driver had taken pity and given him a free ride.
He wished he would look better for this meeting, instead of soaked through
clothes, his leather jacket offered no protection from the rain and was
probably ruined by now. The rain had seeped along the neckline of his
shirt. The wind had made sure his jeans were saturated and he could no
longer differentiate between the slashing of the rain and the sounds his
feet made inside his shoes.
He looked in the window one more time, trying to gather his courage.
He didn't see her and the tiny rain pellets were starting to feel like ice.
Briskly he shook out his hair then made his way to the shelter of the
porch. Again, he tried to wring out his hair then shake some of the water
off of himself.
Slowly, he took in a deep breath, the reached out and rang the bell.
His heart pounded as he heard commotion in the house.
"Wait!" he heard Lizzie called, then the door slowly opened. His eyes
went instantly to the small beautiful child standing in the opening. Her
sandy brown hair framed her small round rosy cheeks and hung past her chin,
then curled into small ringlets at the ends. Her bright blue eyes looked up
at him in wonderment. Somehow, he managed to pull his eyes away from the
child then up at Lizzie.
"Gordo," she stated. He was completely unable to read her voice, was
she happy, was she angry? She stared at him as she leaned against the door
frame. "What are you doing here?"
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