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Sour, that
was how Friday tasted in her mouth. Normally it was a sweet taste, or
alcoholic, to celebrate the fact that the weekend was coming. But this was not
a usual Friday, this was the day that she was supposed to be getting married. Two
months ago this was going to be the happiest day of her life.
Then that had
changed. Nothing dramatic. She hadn’t come home to find Sam in bed with her
best friend. He hadn’t left her at the altar. Hadn’t faked his own death to
escape marrying her.
No.
He’d poured
her a glass of wine and simply said that he couldn’t lie to her any more. That
he’d fallen out of love with her. There wasn’t anyone else, but he just thought
of her as a friend.
When she’d
asked him how long he had felt that way, Sam had admitted that it’d been about
a year, but that it was hard to throw away a five year relationship.
And so she
hadn’t screamed. Hadn’t let him see her cry. Just accepted what he was saying
and then two days later his presence was gone from her flat. All hers now. And
when she was home the silence threatened to envelop her like the arms of a new
lover. She’d taken to turning the radio on, just to stop the lack of noise from
invading her brain. Was also seriously considering some sort of pet.
The days used
to be bright. She’d wake up and the sun was this extraordinary yellow. Or the
grey of the clouds was so strong that she could only describe them as looking
like steel. All of her senses had been heightened. The world had been warm.
Every day had a flavour – from fresh citrus on a Monday morning to the dark
coffee that kept her going to the gym on a Saturday afternoon.
That stopped.
She didn’t
feel warm or cold anymore. Just numb. Everything was fuzzy. Nothing had a
distinctive taste, it was just mush. She knew she kept smiling as she had
before. Kept telling people that she understood. That she wasn’t angry at Sam.
That she’d been feeling a bit bogged down too. That she was going to use this
as a chance to take a fresh start.
She didn’t
say that she felt numb most of the time. Or even worse, that there were times
when everything hit with a hideous clarity and she ached, she burned, and
everything was so overwhelming that she just wanted it to stop so she could
catch her breath. And after it finally went away, she was thankful that they
days of the week had gone back to tasting of nothing – it made it so much
harder to track the moments she was alone.
***
Thank you!
~Belle~
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