The Flame

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
There is saying that says in every relationship there is one person that loves more. This is one such relationship.

Submitted: August 15, 2008

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He saw her before she saw him. With the sun behind her and her fresh bohemian looks; she dazzled before his eyes. Swift secretive sexy thoughts flashed through his mind but he settled on his favourite image of her: swimming in his too large hoodie, tiny denim shorts barely visible from beneath it, smiling at him in just the right way. She perched on her toes scanning the room for him. He stood –swiftly, eagerly- and waved at her above the multitude of chattering heads. She smiled in his direction, but it was a tense tight smile. His heart plummeted but he forced composure as she picked her way towards him.
 
“Hi” she mumbled after a hurried peck on his cheek. “Hey” he smiled catching her hand in his and swiftly pressing a kiss into her smooth palm. He could feel her agitation from across the table, her restlessness moved in the air. To his eyes a force and barrier between them (it always had been.)
 
 “I ordered you a vanilla latte, your favourite.” “Thanks” she said agitatedly running her fingers through the mass of dark locks he loved so much. Taking a deep breath she stared squarely at him “Listen Dan, about why I need to talk…” she was cut short by the timely arrival of the latte. The bustling waitress naively unaware of the rise in tension whipped out her tired notebook and enquired if they’d be wanting lunch. She declined with a small smile. He seeing a reprieve (small though it was) ordered a chicken mayo sandwich and turned to her “You really should eat something angel, I’m sure you haven’t touched a thing all day.” With a roll of her eyes she replied she wasn’t hungry. Ignoring her he turned to the waitress, “She’ll have a haloumi salad” he said with a wink. The waitress scribbled it down and tottled off.
 
“Dan, I said I wasn’t hungry” her gaze was steely. “I know” he said as he took her hand from across the table; it lay limp in his “But Lena you got to eat.” She sighed deeply, “It doesn’t matter, anyway Dan, you and me, its just…” He quickly interjected hoping to fore stall the inevitable “Oh yes Roger and Sue will be here soon, Sue’s been dying to see you.”
 
She blinked, taken aback “What?” her voice quavered with anger. He smiled sheepishly “Yeah I thought I’d invite them.” Agitation in full swing she swung the jacket from the back of her chair hurriedly shrugging into it “I actually cannot believe you.” Standing tersely she grabbed her purse from the table. “Lena, what the hell, I thought you’d like to see them they our best friends.” Turning sharply she verbally pounced on him “No Dan they are your friends and that’s not the point I asked to see you so that we could talk! Just you and me. And then you go and invite them.” He took a step towards her shocked at her outburst “Lena please…”
 
“No I’ve had it, I’m done” she shook her head in frustration. “Its not even the fact that you never buy me flowers or that you’ve never taken me on a date: just the two of us in like forever. It’s not even how you never plan little surprises for me, or just call so you can hear the sound of my voice. Or how you never tell me I’m beautiful. Because all those things that other girls find essential to a relationship aren’t essential to me. You just don’t get me, don’t get what I need…” The fight and anger suddenly left her and she smiled sadly. He sat there shocked by her outburst. She took a small step towards him. “I’m sorry Dan, it’s not your fault really. You’re just not him” she whispered sadly
That caught him more than her angry words ever could. “Not who Lena? Who am I not?” Slipping her handbag over her shoulder she lightly touched his hand “The guy to set my world on fire…” Then she turned and slowly made her way across the coffee shop. As he watched her departing back he felt the flame she had always ignited in him slowly begin to die.


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