A Promise on the Hill

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They meet on a hill to end it.

Submitted: February 16, 2014

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Submitted: February 16, 2014



They decided that they would speak to each other about it on the hill.

And so one night he strolled over to her house and she came out, locking the door silently behind her.

They lived by the forest where the hill stood so it was a very short walk even in the dark. As they entered, the wall of trees was a giant curtain and they could see the silver of the moon peeking through. They found the hill because there were no trees on it, only grass on its steep face.

Soon, they were on the hill. The city was before them like a great map unrolled on a table. It was flat and brightly shone reds and oranges and yellows and greens. They were high up. Clouds walked the streets quietly, glowing where they met lamps. The river rippled quietly under the bridge. The treetops at the base of their view framed the stage.

She sat shyly. The cool grass tickled her ankles.

He spoke first. “We must not let this go on any further,” he said. “It’s getting out of hand.”

She nodded. “I agree. But it’s so hard. We’ve tried before and we failed.”

“My mother knows,” he said. “She told me it’s not good for me.”

“Me as well. My dad told me to have some self control.”

They let out sighs muffled by silence. The space around the hill was quiet and empty. They were in the middle of the ocean, alone. No one could reach them.

“We have to do this together,” he said, determined. “It’s the only way.”

“But I love it so much.”

“I know. I do too. But we’re getting carried away. It’s all I think about. It’s all I crave. Whenever I’m at home by myself... I... I...”

“You don’t have to tell me,” she said. “I understand. That’s how I feel too.”

He reached out and squeezed her hand tightly. “Look at me,” he said.

She slowly turned to face him. She could see the stars in his eyes. Beyond that, she saw a will that was set.

“We have to learn to move on,” he said. “It’s not unhealthy. Nobody else does this. Only you and me. And that’s how we’re going to end it. Together. You can’t keep tempting me. I’m not going to give in anymore. I know how you feel because I feel it too but you have to understand, alright? That feeling is great but then it’s gone. We’ll never be satisfied.”

A sadness overwhelmed her because she knew his words were true. They had passed through her mind like seeds borne in the wind, but she did not let them settle. While at times they fell upon her she summoned up a cowardly gale to bear them away. No, she told those thoughts. Not now. Let me enjoy this.

“This is really it,” she said to convince herself.

“Yes,” he said.

“I suppose I’m glad that you’re here now to talk some sense into me. I’m glad it was you.”

“I wouldn’t have had it with anyone else.”

She drew in the night air. It was sweet with the scent of pines.

“Tonight then,” she said. “We will return to our homes and that will be it.”

They came down the hill together and just as he went to greet her at her home he was there to bid her a goodbye. They hugged tightly before parting.

And that night in their own homes they both took deep breaths before carrying out the deed.

To their respective freezers they went and brought out the tubs of ice cream. Mist spilled into the kitchen. With the largest spoons they could find, they took the tubs and knelt beside their toilets. Tears fell as they did it, as they heaved the ice cream out in masses and dropped the scoops into the water of the bowl. They floated and clouded up. The heavy smells were torturous, but they held their promise true, and soon, every tub was empty.

And that was the end of it. Though difficult it was, every time they entered the supermarket they walked past that section with their heads high, stopping not. They spoke to each other without tempting the other to indulge in the act. And though they did not know it, the clocks across the city read the same time that fateful evening when they flushed the ice cream down their toilets.

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