Her Special Day

It was her special day. Their special day, but as far as he was concerned it fell upon his shoulders to make sure it was special for her. Hundreds of miles away on her special day.

He awoke early, as is typical on a weekend day off, to play video games and wait. She stayed in bed and cuddled with the puppies. Hundreds of miles away on her special day.

His phone chimed with the sound of the anticipated text message, the flowers had arrived. He had done well picking them out, they were perfect. Hundreds of miles away on her special day.

She tweeted and instagrammed, so pleased with her chosen partner and the love they shared. Eleven years of ups and downs but stronger than ever. Hundreds of miles away on her special day.

You knew, by your own admission, that she didn’t want to talk to you. Not yet. You knew and therefore should have expected the action would not have brought joy. Hundreds of miles away on her special day.

Her storm set in, true knowledge betrayed by a confused and ill-programmed heart. A spiral staircase quickly descending away from the happiness so recent. Hundreds of miles away on her special day.

His blind rage ate at his insides. Shackled by her wishes that he not get involved his anger barked, howled, and strained to protect the sole subject of his sworn vows. Hundreds of miles away on her special day.

Now she sleeps in a prescribed haze, distanced from the emotions that threaten to overwhelm. He marks the floor with his frantic, helpless pacing. Hundreds of miles away on her special day.

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