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It Was Time

yoha_ahoy · 2007-03-18T19:24:00Z

It Was Time It was time; their time to leave. We don’t know what separated them, but they both had the look on their face. The look of strong life-changing want and love for each other, but also the knowing look that their stronger fates pulled them away from their lover’s bliss. They sat knee to knee on the ground, his hands around hers in a kind, gentle, comforting way. “I love you,” he said. The girl looked up into his eyes, her smile beaming out of the sadness on her face. “I love you more,” she said. “Probably,” he said straight. The girl’s eyebrows twitched downward but smiled anyways. They were silent for a while. They were leaning into each other. They both sighed and touched foreheads. He rubbed her fingers with his thumbs as she tried her hardest not to cry. Her face was flushed and she grew hot. “I will see you again, won’t I?” He didn’t know. He didn’t want to make this any harder though. “I really don’t know,” he said. “I want to see you again,” he added. The girl sniffed. “I will try my hardest to come again,” he said. The rumble was heard as the bus came around the corner. She felt the hot tickle of a tear as it fell down her cheek. The bus stopped. The brakes squeaked and it sounded as if the girl had sobbed once, but when I looked, the couple was kissing fiercely. The two separated and the girl breathed out a small laugh as a tear came down the boy’s cheek as well. I had grabbed my bags and was on the first seat of the bus and looking out the window by now. I still watched as the boy kissed the girl’s tears, one by one, making them disappear. The bus driver began to close the doors but I put my arm out and stopped him. As I watched out the bus doors, the boy finally stood and picked up his bag but the girl jumped up and threw her arms around his neck, her eyes squeezed shut to keep the tears from escaping. The boy hugged her back before kissing her once more. He then pushed her back and quickly leapt onto the bus. The girl was too shocked to react. The doors shut and the bus began to pull away. I sat in my seat and looked back out the window once more to see the girl take a couple steps before standing still in the grass. Her arms folded across her chest as she tearfully watched the bus move away. “Please take a seat, sir,” the bus driver said to the boy who still stood staring at the closed doors. “The bus is moving.” He mindlessly took the first seat across the aisle from me. He leaned his head against the window and a tear fell off his cheek and rolled down the windowpane.