September Blog #1

To him the night was still young. He downed his beverage as she sat lifeless drowned in alcahol, the party was a memorable one, but the fight they had was epic. She had turned the corner at the wedding reception that night just to see her husband tracing another womans siloete with his rough fingertips. She sat now, next to him by force at the diner, the expression on her face confused and torn. Half of her wanting to forgive, the other half wanting to flee. The smoke left her thin lips every few seconds, the cigarette butt marked with the ring of her red lipstick, contemplating on what her next move would be. The waiter tried to go about his job ever so careful to not make the couple even more uncomfortable then they already are, he poored another cup of coffee into their mugs. The tenssion was so obvious to the lonly man across the booth. Both the man and the woman knew they wanted to speak but they simply couldn't. They over analyzed what they were trying to say to eachother but in the end it lost meaning and never ended up leaving their mouths. She knew their relationship had been screeching to a halt for quite a while now, however she never envisioned their break up like this. She stared blankly across the booth, what will her mother think of their divorce, or would they even go to such extreme measures. Frustrated holding back tears with anger, masking her emotions with a thick circling cloud of nicotine and tobaco. She can not believe this is happening to her, he wont even look at her, as if putting her at fault for his immature mistake. She closes her eyes while in complete and utter denial. Suddenly she opens them and jerks out of bed. She is in a night gown. It was all a dream, she says to herself. She turns to his side of the bed, the note on his pillow reads,"I'm sorry but I've out grown you." His wedding ring sat next to the note. For him the night was still young, for her this nightmare is no where near over.