The jilted lover
The door swang open, smashing against the fridge door. She firmly grabbed my arm, in a tugging motion, forced me towards the door. There was silence as I willingly followed. The wooden planks creaked beneath us almost rhythmically. It’s echo that resounded in my head seemed to foreshadow what was about to happen. Slowly she released my arm, leaving a slight depression that would eventually fade and a heavy heart. I could hear the rain drops upon the roof, it’s plodding like little knuckles rapping, like the angry tears of a jilted lover. The tears came from nowhere and I could go nowhere. She stood with her arms crossed and a pursed up mouth as she pointed to the door. That was my window. The window I viewed life from. Today, I had it all, but lost it all. My love, my for-better-or worse half, my entity.