Flash Fic #1
We sat on the bench outside of the hotel. Me in my hoodie, taking in the cool spring evening breeze, him in a blue fleece sweater.
"What have you been up to down here?" He asked. I gave silence for an answer.
"What, you have nothing to say? Embarrassed?"
"I don’t owe you an answer," I replied.
"Ah," he sighed. "That you don’t." After a pregnant pause, he continued. "You’re not curious as to why I’m down here?"
"It’s none of my business," I retort. "You’re an adult; no need to explain yourself to me."
"Well, can I tell you anyway, cause it’s eating at me right now."
I shrug. He starts.
"I came down with the girlfriend, mainly to make someone jealous."
Well, that’s dumb, I thought to myself, though the expression on my face gave me away.
"I know it’s crazy, but... "
"But you did it anyway, hoping you’ll do something so dumb that the person you’re trying to affect will be so hurt and yell and scream at you, and you’ll finally have an excuse to run it in their face."
"Well, that’s a stretch..."
"Then why are you here?" I ask, my voice louder and annoyed. "Why are you doing all of this, instead of accepting the fact said person just isn’t all that interested in you? On top of that, you’ve pulled someone else into this sham of a relationship just to show how attainable, how much of a fucking catch you are. But you’re just so fucking transparent, so obvious."
I inhaled through my nose, exhaled through my mouth. The cool air felt so good going into my lungs.
"What is this?" he asked, gesturing to me.
I closed my eyes, thinking of how to respond.
"Because," I spat out, "I’ve been there."
I felt him glaring at me as I internally kicked myself for just… talking. "I haven’t gone as far as you have, but I know what it’s like to go thru the unrequited bullshit."
He said nothing. I kept going.
"The one thing that kept me from going to extra lengths is I realized I’m not entitled to everything or everyone. I’m not owed anything; I’ve learned over time to take no for an answer. While it sucks, I deal. I fucking DEAL."
He’s still silent, but only for a moment longer. I open my eyes, turning my head to stare him in his.
"Why are you saying all this?"
"Cause I’m an idiot," I reply. I wanna cry so bad, but my body is so exhausted from partying the night before, it’s not fully awake. I’m more angry than anything, but working to conserve energy for conventional activities later. "Maybe you should get back to your room, let me have this bench to myself."
"So you won’t tell me why you’re being honest this fine morning, but I’m supposed to leave you alone."
"Well, I wasn’t expecting your company, and since you won’t leave, I’ll just be on my way then."
I get up to leave; as I walk away, he grabs my wrist. I’m thankful for my hoodie over my head, covering my face; I hope there’s no sign of my face scrunching up from crying in the glass door’s reflection.
"Just tell me what’s going on; why are you upset?"
"I don’t wanna talk about it." I pull my wrist free from his hand, which wasn’t at all a tight grip. "See you later."
He didn’t follow me inside, thankfully. He doesn’t need to see me like this, nor do I wanna tell him how I feel about him. Not yet.
Who am I kidding? Even if I did, it’d be wasted breath. I already know he’s not interested, and he’s already in a relationship, even if it is a sham.