//Feels Like. Short Prompt
How’s it going? Sorry I haven’t posted much lately, I’ve been around and around with a ton of life changes. Things are going well so far!
After a lot of editing, I decided to post up this one for ya’ll, I really hope you like it!
This is a bit of a sad one, heads up! There are some trigger warnings relating to car accidents. So read at your own discretion.
Every time I hear this song, I get the same kind of visual play in my head, so I took the time to write it down.
Please listen to the song before you read, or even as you read. It’s one of my favorites!
I claim no ownership to the song, only the short story.
Keys clattered onto the console table as the man slammed the front door. His face was ashen as he stood with his back pressed against the solid wood. His breathing was ragged, his hazel eyes empty as he stared ahead into the dark townhouse. He swallowed and sauntered, steps falling forward into the connecting living room where he collapsed onto the couch.
He hunched over his knees, cold fingers massaging his nose bridge as thousands of thoughts bombarded him in the silent darkness. He paused his vigorous massaging to stare blankly at the cushion beside him.
Only hours before she had been curled up there, pulling the covers over her brunette hair. He remembered the sinking feeling in his chest, the silence that stretched between them as she hid herself from him and his bared heart. He couldn’t even remember what exactly he had said, but he remembered the light falling from her face, the quiet worry that stretched across her features, putting eternity in the mere inches between them. There was nothing lonelier than that look: that movement to hide what she’d inadvertently already shown him.
In the darkness, he clenched his fist and let it fall softly against the fabric. The clock on the wall was the only thing breaking the terrible silence, its ticking the only thing holding his fragile being together. He leaned back and bit into the edge of his fist, fighting the ache of unshed tears. He knew he was alone in the apartment—he was painfully aware of that fact. However, it felt like if he allowed himself fall apart, he’d be admitting the truth: that she was gone. Really, truly gone.
He swallowed and stared at the picture tucked into carefully placed décor on the mantlepiece. Their smiling faces. How long had it been since he’d seen that bright smile that started from her eyes and moved its way through her like a glistening waterfall? How had he missed the signs? How long had she stayed in that empty space, waiting for the proper words to form on her lightless lips?
He remembered watching her leave for the last time. He remembered his silence, his heart beating numbly in his chest as he watched her slip into her car and take off as the rain began to tumble from the sky. There wasn’t any purpose to call out to her. Her lips had turned up, the smile never reaching her eyes as she kissed his lips with that empty eternity. He remembered the feeling of dread, like a desperate man in a race against time.
Just keeping clockwork time; knowing that she wasn’t happy but hanging on, white-knuckled to something that had been gone for far too long. Maybe he’d known it for weeks, but he never wanted to admit to himself that she might want something else that he couldn’t give her. Instead, he let time swirl around them in a dizzying snow globe frenzy; never giving her the chance to tell him she didn’t love him anymore.
The doctor told him the driver of the other car had taken a turn too fast. There had been no time to correct his course on the slick, dark roads. The head-on collision threw her from the vehicle, blood staining the wet asphalt. She was pronounced dead at the scene.
If only he’d seen it coming.
But, in some ways, it felt like this was exactly the way she wanted it.