Day 6

Day 6 Write story in 3rdperson

In her eyes

How dare he?

She could feel it in her bones and in her veins, the rush of adrenaline. Shaking. She wanted to stop. But it was too late. Numbness. In her jaw her hands and her legs. Was she moving still? Did she suddenly stop shaking? The view became grainy, in and out white and black. She could feel her weight crash down. She did not believe it was all happening to her all at once.

It was only a few days ago she was in her garden swing, watching cars trail on by.

Everything was beautiful, the sounds of winds blowing, the chirps of birds calling, and the phone ringing.

If only she could return to that time?

Everything was beautiful, until she answered.

She had to relax, and maintain her composure. She was about to talk.

“Are you there? I need your help.” The inquiry was so brash, so urgent, yet so empathetic.”

“Hi, who is this?” She pondered, the voice was not familiar.

“It’s me, we spoke at the party, remember Sarah?”

“Oh Sarah!” Inside, she could not remember anyone named Sarah.”

Then proceeded to ask what she could do to help.

 Sarah asked if she could talk, in person.

She wanted to know what was going on. So they set up a rendezvous point at a local café.

She thought about Sarah, who ever she was. She didn’t know her. But she knew her.

Sarah was a part of her as she is a part of Sarah. A stranger and a lover.

When she met Sarah in the café, she could feel a tension in her neck, an excess sense of thrill. It was so familiar and yet so new.

Sarah was someone she met through a mutual friend. Her boyfriend. Matt.
Matt was going to be a father, and he would wed Sarah.

“I’m sorry, but I would rather come talk to you myself.” Sarah sighed. “I don’t think Matt would have done anything”

She was livid, she thought Sarah was a friend she somehow forgot in her book of names. Now she is the lover of her lover.

“So what do you think will happen now?” She asked, trying to hold in her tears through a glassy stare.

“Could you please stay away from Matt. I’m afraid he’ll get confused and he might back out of the wedding.”-

“Wedding?” She was astonished.

She and Matt have been dating since high school, and whenever she talked about marriage, Matt would retreat within himself. He always said he would wait until we both had fulfilled our dreams.”

It seems like those dreams sailed away. Far far away. And it was too late.

She couldn’t look at Sarah, her eyes showered the placemat in front of her. Before she realized she was crying she felt her face turn red.

That was only a crazy dream.

But it really happened. Matt got married. She found the wedding invitations, but she never sent the RSVP.

Instead she started singing and writing songs about the birds singing and the wind blowing.

Never again did she see Sarah or Matt, but wherever they are at, she sings good bye.

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