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    movin’ on…

    Story written on August 16, 2005 by runawaytee.
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    bette’s moving out

    The room is stripped of all evidence of our existence together.

    Except the bed.

    I roll over and stare out across the flat sofa to the wide window at my right. The window that provided the streaming sunlight to our first morning together as wife and wife. I remember waking to it’s warmth on my arm and the body underneath.

    I laid still as her breathing continued to reassure me of her presence, a presence I had never thought would be apart of my life. I lightly moved my hand along her spine feeling her skin respond to my touch; the tiny hairs standing on end. She curled inward, closer to me until her lips grazed my shoulder. I trembled as I felt their wet kiss. I smoothed back her hair watching her tongue sneak out between pale pink lips and taste my skin with a wholly flat shape.

    “Good morning,” she smiled.

    I stretch from my brief nap and climb off the bed. I straighten my shirt and step into my flip-flops. I look around the bedroom, checking for any left items. None. I stand in the doorway and look around one last time.

    My fingers trail behind me as I touch the walls leading to the kitchen. I lean against one of the columns and stare at the memory of her sitting in front of the stove with her head in her hands.

    I came upon her that morning sobbing over the loss of our child and it broke my heart. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and held her briefly, whispering words of love. I helped her stand and kissed her cheek and rushed out the door.

    I close my eyes to the scene of me breaking down in the car.

    I was unable to hold it in any longer. I felt like I failed her and our child for not being thee for them. My career had been top priority over my family. And I let it ruin my family. I wiped away the tears and started the car.

    I brush the few tears off my cheek and grab my car keys of f the table. I stop at the living room and find the faces of my family looking back. Poker night. The family tradition that started my first year in California. By far one of favorite nights of the months. Initially it was the five of us then soon our group expanded as we added new members.

    I laughed at the jokes Alice told and that Dana didn’t get. Rubbed Shane’s wild mane and leaned into Kit’s side as the night grew long. It was soon replaced with her body. The body I loved and cherished.

    In some far off place the honk of a horn broke the daydream. I pull a hooded sweatshirt over my tank and head for the door. My hand on the ***** and my head against it’s wood., I inhale the fading aroma of home.

    The slight sound of a click tells me that the door is closed. I stand on the porch and look at the neighborhood I once called mine. I’m wasting time, I know, but I’m ready to leave. I start the car that is packed with half of my life, the other half is somewhere in LA hopefully thinking about me. I pull out the drive and turn left.

    I lived in this place and I know all the faces. Each one is different but they’re always the same. The mean me no harm but it’s time that I face it. They’ll never allow me to change. But I never dreamed that home would end up where I don’t belong. I’m movin’ on.

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