Run Away by Daylight

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Helena's marriage of eight years is at risk as she realizes how distant her heart had become from her husband. Faced with her fleeting love and her longing for adventure and thrill, will she watch her relationship crumble, or will she tear it apart with her own hands?

Submitted: February 03, 2017

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Helena looked up at the night sky above her as she stood on her porch, her back slightly bent as her elbows were rested on the fence’s rim. Holding a cup of her favorite tea, she let her tears drip into the drink that was turning colder as the wind blew stronger.

Soon, the weather would become too bitter for her to stay outside; she would have to go back indoors and face the man she once loved. This time, however, Nicholas had decided to join her. He walked out to the balcony with a fleece blanket draped around his shoulders, which he held by the side to cover Helena’s back.

“You alright, baby?” He asked, unaware of the puffiness of her eyes.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” she lied.

Helena sniffled as she looked down at her drink. Nic leaned in closer, attempting to lock gaze with his wife, but she quickly turned her face away.

“It’s just a cold,” she retorted.

“Well, how about we go back inside?” he suggested. “You won’t feel better by standing outside in this weather.”

Lena let her husband walk her back inside their home. His embrace as he led her to their living room made her heart burn with remorse. She didn’t love him like before, and she couldn’t anymore. Her love was like a candle standing by a windowsill. A flame that was young and naïve, cupped between two hands against the bitterness of the outside. Time passed, the hands eventually let go, and the little flame was to be snuffed.

She couldn’t force herself to lie anymore. Lie to him and to herself. She could no longer share a bed with him, nor let him kiss her forehead before leaving to work. She couldn’t cuddle him as they watched Grey’s Anatomy on their old couch, nor fall asleep on his chest. She could no longer hear his I love yous, nor reply with the matching words of affection.

When did their life together become so…dull? It was the same routine every single day. Nicholas goes to work in the morning, and so she does an hour or so later. He comes home at six o’clock, and she would already be there, dinner fixed and the table ready. They talk about their day as they eat, they watch TV, and then they go to bed. Nicholas didn’t seem to be bothered by the redundancy, but she always strived for adventure, for something new. Living with him was equivalent to reading the same page of a book, over and over again.

“I made us hummus,” he told her, grinning. “Remember our vacation in Lebanon? We visited Baalbek and had the most delicious lunch there.”

That was the only vacation they ever had, unless the yearly visits to the countryside counted. She rolled her eyes at the thought of the numerous times he had mentioned that trip in the past.

“I’m not hungry, but thank you, sweetie,” she replied.

Helena walked away from him.

“I’m feeling a bit worn out, I think I should go to bed.”

“So soon?” Nicholas’ eyebrows raised in surprise. “Well, goodnight, Lena.”

“Goodnight,” she quietly replied.

Finally in her room, she closed the door behind her, and let herself fall down on her bed. She sighed, her tears dripping into the pillow where she buried her face. Her thoughts slurred into an incomprehensible mess, a grey cloud inside her mind. She didn’t know what to do; should she tell her husband of almost a decade how she truly felt? He was so sweet, so warm and gentle, yet so boring and dense toward her needs and feelings. She explained herself to him a dozen times on a daily basis for minor things, how could she let him know that he was no longer the apple of her eye, that he was no longer the sunrise that took her breath away?

Time passed, and she tossed and turned in her bed as she couldn’t fall asleep. It was around ten or ten-thirty when suddenly, the door to her bedroom slowly opened, and Nicholas walked in.

“Honey, are you asleep?” he whispered as he sat on the bed.

Helena didn’t reply, she had closed her eyes pretending to be sleeping. He gently kissed her cheek before lying down beside her.

“I love you.” His words were warm and soft. They always were.

Right before dawn, Helena unobtrusively got up from their bed. After washing her face and getting dressed, she slid out a suitcase from beneath her closet. Her husband was snoring loudly, and she felt ruefully comforted by how heavy his sleep was.

She packed her clothes and toothbrush, her prized belongings and her favorite book. After leaving their bedroom, she wrote Nic a letter, which she left on the dining room table.

At last, she stood in front of the house’s exit, the empty street now in front of her as the door was wide open.

With a deep breath, she bit her lip, and closed the door behind her as she walked out with her luggage. After a few hesitant steps, she turned back to have one more glimpse of her home- their home- and finally went inside her Kia, securing the seatbelt around her waist.

She mouthed ‘goodbye’ as she looked at the window that gave a glimpse inside her bedroom. Then, she started the engine, and drove away as the sun rose in the sky, faintly lighting her way.

-P i n k S k y-



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