Weekly Expression #10~ BK

 I can't wait for the week I choose the picture,because I already know which one I will pick. I found it a long time ago and never new what to write for it. Well now i do. Stay tuned for Part 2 in like 2 weeks.

Till then, feast your eyes on part one!

Three weeks in Rome. Probably sounded like the title of a movie. He laughed, silently, at that thought.

He held her hand tightly as they walked the streets one last time. It had been a movie, only that it had been the best three weeks of his life. It was full of coffee, wine, pasta, ancient places and romance that would swoon all of America’s single - and married- audiences. She was his everything and he couldn’t tell her. The train station loomed ahead and he felt her grip tighten. He knew in his heart that this was just as hard on her as it was on him. But her dreams and life long planning weighed heavier than even her own heart’s desires.

She purchased her tickets, never once losing her grip on his hand. He wouldn't have let her go anyway.

A sad heaviness hung over him.

This was real.

She was really leaving.

They stood in the middle of the walkway waiting for the train. Neither spoke.

What was there to say? How could he tell her how much this hurt him? How he died a little more with every step she took away from him? How badly he wanted to drop everything, his home, his job, his friends, all of it to be with her. But gently she refused the idea when he tried to bring it up to her several days ago. Her goals and aspirations for life were not meant to be shared. Or so she said.

Already the anger festered inside of him. Perhaps he was wrong and she didn’t love him at all? She couldn’t just tell him the truth could she? So she was just going to completely cut him off. He had no way to ever contact her again. No phone, no email. Just her name. Even then, what is a name if you don’t know where to look. Next month she could be in France or Brazil for all he knew. She didn’t know either.

So what was one name to search for the world over?

The train screeched to a halt beside them and he knew their time was up.

God, why did she have to go!

She hugged his neck tightly and ran inside the train.He watched her run to a window and opened it. He ran over and took her hand that she held out for him. The train blew again and he watched her search for words. Both had a death grip on the other.

This just couldn’t be happening.

Slowly the train moved away.

He walked alongside it, not bearing to let her go. Why couldn’t he speak? Why couldn’t he beg her? His pace began to quicken and he feared he would not hold on much longer. Genuine fear grabbed him.

A tear fell down her cheek as her hand slipped out of his.

He watched her lips and heard her voice gasp, “No!”

And then she was gone.

His heart was aching like he had never felt before. What could he do to relieve the pain he felt? He wanted to cry and scream. Why was this happening to him? Why had she come into his life? He wasn’t angry anymore. The tear in her eye told him what she felt. She had made a mistake. So, maybe he would see her again?

He stuffed his hands in his pockets, depression began to settle over him. He began the long walk back, alone in the dark, misty path beside the tracks. Few people hustled by him. He took a deep breath. He could not allow depression to win. Yes, he would miss her with his whole heart. And whether she returned the next day or in the next ten years, he would believe she would indeed return.  He would forever hold onto that hope...