“It’s over…” she said carefully “isn’t it.”
As they sat a foot apart, on the edge of the old stone bridge on where they spent their lazy Sunday afternoons, she felt the air of their relationship stifle a bit – something that usually happened before a big fight, which didn’t happen often… but then again, nothing has ever stifled their air this thick before.
“I guess so,” he replied.
Rapt silence falls on the ex-lovers‚ the realization that this would be the last time of something is heavy on their lips‚ limbs and hearts. She turned her gaze towards the river‚ crackling water breaks where rocks begin while he turned to look at her‚ memorizing…the honest beauty of her.
“You know I’ll always love you‚” he blurted‚ as if this would help. As if these words could mend her heart‚ as if by uttering these words he would be absolved from any guilt. But then again‚ he was oblivious to another reason why they were ending ties.
“I cheated on you‚” she replied‚ as if this would make it less painful‚ as if this would make them even‚ as if this would make them feel goddamn something for each other again.
He bit down hard and then swallowed. “Good to know‚”
“I’m sorry‚” he added.
“I’m sorry too‚” she looked at him now and their eyes caught each other‚ still saving each other‚ even now.
The truth was out. He fell out‚ she cheated. Yet there was no anger‚ no shouts‚ no blame-games just… the ruin of their relationship and reluctant acceptance.
And‚ as the wind blew past them‚ trying to shake away the aura emitted from two secretly broken people‚ even the bridge where they spent most of their happy moments‚ felt lost‚ and tried to apologize and tried to forget.