She sat in the car staring blankly out at the world beyond the glass. Tears trickle down her face as the radio gently murmured a sad song somewhere in the distance.
He sat next to her, his face showing concern. He longed to bring her body close against his and tell her that everything was ok, yet he couldn’t break through the barrier.
After what seemed like years she turned to him. He stared into the tear filled eyes searching for a clue. Something that would guide him as to what words to use to comfort her, yet all he received was the empty heartache those eyes carried like a burden.
She felt saddened by what she saw in his eyes. He was grieving for her, wanting to take away the pain. She couldn’t tell him. It was a mistake. One she could either live with forever or destroy.
“What’s wrong?”
“I can’t tell you. Please don’t ask me to.”
“You can tell me anything. We’re not supposed to have secrets from each other.”
“You’ll hate me if I tell you. I can’t.”
She clammed up on him and turned away again. How could she explain that she’d made a mistake. And it was her mistake. She had told him not to worry, that she would take care of that side of things, and like a fool he had trusted her.
“Whatever it is, we can face it together.”
This time the pain was too much for her and she fell into his arms. In them she felt safe and warm. Safe from the mistake. The mistake that could cost her his love.
I Grieve... 