Poganin
Heartbreak One
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Spencer Grant
I was sitting on the sand, feeling the coldness at my back and sides fighting with the warmth of the fire in front of me. I tried hard to push all negative thoughts and feelings far and away, drown them in the water far off the beach or burn them in the fire right here. But they just wouldn't leave. When I thought I managed to kill one, two new ones sprung up as if invited by the void I tried to create in my mind. I just wanted a while to concentrate and think completely of nothing good and nothing bad. It was impossible, after this evening I just couldn't regain my peace. I knew there was a hard, sleepless night looming ahead... and no bottle to make it any easier on me... or at least a single cigarette to poison my lungs with.
Realising my fingers were cold, stiff and cracking at the joints when I tried to flex them I brought my palms closer to the fire to warm them. My eyes were fixed on the flames raging over the stack of wood and then I caught movement that could neither be a flame wandering somewhere off or a stray spark.
I looked in that direction and noticed Josie, standing there with shiny streaks on her cheeks accentuated by the moving fire. I tried to understand how bad she was feeling but had no time for that. Her teas were showing that things were far from perfect. I looked at her wipe the tears like a little girl who didn't want to show her fragility.
”I’m cold … “ she said and I barely heard it, ”Do you mind … ?” she asked pointing to the sand somewhere near to me.
Why was she asking? I invited her to join me whenever she wanted, she needed no permission for that.
”Spencer … I’m sorry … “ Josie said before I had a chance to say anything. I was the one who should apologise for spoiling her birthday like this. I felt real shitty because of this: instead of making this day memorable and fun for her I made her miserable. Instead of making her forget about bad things I was afraid I made them resurface. I was pissed at myself.
Sighing sadly I got up and slowly crossed to where she was standing.
"You've nothing to apologise for, Josie," I said softly. "If anything it's my fault... Come on, sit down and... uh... no, just sit down. You're welcome." I smiled reassuringly at her and gestured for her to join. I wanted to say more but felt that my speaking whatever might only make things worse.
I was sitting on the sand, feeling the coldness at my back and sides fighting with the warmth of the fire in front of me. I tried hard to push all negative thoughts and feelings far and away, drown them in the water far off the beach or burn them in the fire right here. But they just wouldn't leave. When I thought I managed to kill one, two new ones sprung up as if invited by the void I tried to create in my mind. I just wanted a while to concentrate and think completely of nothing good and nothing bad. It was impossible, after this evening I just couldn't regain my peace. I knew there was a hard, sleepless night looming ahead... and no bottle to make it any easier on me... or at least a single cigarette to poison my lungs with.
Realising my fingers were cold, stiff and cracking at the joints when I tried to flex them I brought my palms closer to the fire to warm them. My eyes were fixed on the flames raging over the stack of wood and then I caught movement that could neither be a flame wandering somewhere off or a stray spark.
I looked in that direction and noticed Josie, standing there with shiny streaks on her cheeks accentuated by the moving fire. I tried to understand how bad she was feeling but had no time for that. Her teas were showing that things were far from perfect. I looked at her wipe the tears like a little girl who didn't want to show her fragility.
”I’m cold … “ she said and I barely heard it, ”Do you mind … ?” she asked pointing to the sand somewhere near to me.
Why was she asking? I invited her to join me whenever she wanted, she needed no permission for that.
”Spencer … I’m sorry … “ Josie said before I had a chance to say anything. I was the one who should apologise for spoiling her birthday like this. I felt real shitty because of this: instead of making this day memorable and fun for her I made her miserable. Instead of making her forget about bad things I was afraid I made them resurface. I was pissed at myself.
Sighing sadly I got up and slowly crossed to where she was standing.
"You've nothing to apologise for, Josie," I said softly. "If anything it's my fault... Come on, sit down and... uh... no, just sit down. You're welcome." I smiled reassuringly at her and gestured for her to join. I wanted to say more but felt that my speaking whatever might only make things worse.