Post by Lost-In-Flames on Mar 5, 2014 18:19:45 GMT -5
I look up nervously from my plate of chicken, peas, and mashed potatoes to the man sitting accross from me who looks equally as nervous as sweat has began to accumulate on his neck, circling around this throat like it is choking him. I begin to think how we got here, in this room, all alone, with candles, and wine, and everything that makes for a perfect evening. I come up with nothing but that of a fine conclusion that does not, in any way satisfy my need for information. This is it. I knew this would be the last time I looked at the man who had come to know me so well- better than my father, or any of my three brothers, this was the end.
I needed to say something-- something so powerful if would change what was about to happen. Needed as it may be, the words did not come, and instead, a weak choking sound took their place. He nodded, in understanding? No, he was telling me the time it was. Telling me our fate- my fate. In a single nod, my whole life could be depicted, no longer with the opinions people come to gather through their years, but rather with the facts that would end it instead. A scary thought this was.
I needed to say something-- something so powerful if would change what was about to happen. Needed as it may be, the words did not come, and instead, a weak choking sound took their place. He nodded, in understanding? No, he was telling me the time it was. Telling me our fate- my fate. In a single nod, my whole life could be depicted, no longer with the opinions people come to gather through their years, but rather with the facts that would end it instead. A scary thought this was.