Posted by: musingsofthemund | September 23, 2007

To Be Continued…

Current mood: creative

Promise Me – Part 1
“Promise me…”

It was a rushed whisper, there wasn’t any time.

“I have to go–”

She grabbed his shirt with her hands and pulled him close to her face.

“PROMISE ME!”

There were tears in her eyes. He just stood there, unable to open his mouth or say a word. He stared painfully into her eyes. He grabbed her wrists and squeezed them tightly fighting back tears of his own.

“I.. I can’t. I have to go.”

He pulled her hands away from him and took off, running away.

***

Stupid stupid stupid stupid STUPID. How could he have been so stupid.

He chided himself.

There were a million different ways to handle that, why did you have to be so damn cruel?!

He’d been over it at least a hundred times in his mind, every detail, every moment forever burned into his memory.

He hurried through the grassy field, the tall grass coming up to his waist. The train would be there any moment and he had to be at the tracks to hop on. It would only slow for a few minutes. If he missed that, there was no way he’d be getting out of this place.

***

It was in that part of early morning, where there was just a little light, but the sun hadn’t broken the horizon yet. The air was cold and still. He could see his breath. He knew what he had to do, knew how hard it would be, how hard she would make it. She didn’t understand. She couldn’t. She’d never know all the details that lead to the necessity of his flight. They’d made that impossible. He cursed mentally.

There was a terrible mix of bitter emotions running through his mind, and he still had to keep it together enough to lose her and get out of town as fast as he could. He wasn’t looking forward to this at all.

***

He finally had a chance to catch his breath. It was dark in the train car he was hitchhiking on. With any luck, it would make it across the border before they’d even known he fled. Once that happened, he had to report to his recruiter.

He scowled in the darkness.

Recruitment was really a loose term for blackmail. Nothing recruits quite like a gun to the head. Or to someone else’s.

He banged his fist on the floor. And then again. He closed his eyes and searched his mind for her face.

***

“You what?!”

He had to be more convincing than this.

“I don’t love you.”

Her eyes were aghast.

“…no. No.”

She shook her head.

“I don’t believe you. What happened, what’s going on?”

He paused, trying to decide how much of a lie to tell.

“I have to leave and I won’t be coming back. If I loved you, I wouldn’t do that to you. To us. So I don’t love you. You’ll find someone else and be happy someday.”

The fact that he was able to be so matter of fact about the whole thing made him sick to his stomach.

“So that’s it? You’re leaving forever so you just don’t love me anymore? That’s crap and you know it!”

“Look, it’s complicated alright? I can’t talk about it.”

***

The sudden squeal of the train’s brakes woke him from his slumber. They were stopping, but he had no idea where, or for how long he’d been asleep. He cracked the door open. It was dark out. Night. That meant he was at the depot. He’d made it. Now it was just a long hike through the woods and this long, hellish journey would be over, and another would be just beginning.

***

“Promise me you’ll sort this out and come back to me.”

“What?”

He had left and was on his way through the industrial district when she’d caught up with him. He’d grabbed her and dragged her into a warehouse.

“You heard me. Promise.”

He whispered as quietly as he could, yet loudly enough to be emphatic.

“You shouldn’t have come here. It’s dangerous. Just let go, there are better men than me out there. I’m not worth it.”

Her heart was being rended by his words. He could see it in her face. She just couldn’t understand. Who would? She loved him as much as he loved her and then some. He knew this. He knew it well. He wanted to scream in frustration and hurt.

“Promise me…”

It was a rushed whisper, a little bit weaker than before. There wasn’t any time.

“I have to go–”

She grabbed his shirt with her hands and pulled him close to her face.

“PROMISE ME!”

There were tears in her eyes. He just stood there, unable to open his mouth or say a word. He stared painfully into her eyes. He grabbed her wrists and squeezed them tightly fighting back tears of his own.

“I.. I can’t. I have to go.”

He pulled her hands away from him, kissed them both and took off, running away.

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