Measures Of Affection

“Baby please, hold me for a few more minutes”

“I have to go”

“Please baby!”

“Sorry I gotta go”

It wasn’t often she asked her to hold her a few minutes longer.

Then one day she stopped asking. The love of her life never even noticed, never cared.

One night after a huge verbal fight, she waited until her lover was asleep, looked at her with tears falling down her cheeks. She packed all of her stuff.

She didn’t leave a note or anything. She left the key on the countertop, and closed the front door softly.

6 Months Later

Her ex girlfriends father passed away, and today was his funeral. She took the week off, and headed up to her hometown for the funeral.

She sat next to her ex quietly, and held her hand. Her ex looked at her with tired, red eyes. A smile appeared through the sadness.

The service was beautiful, and everyone stood around hugging each other, and some were crying. Her ex was holding her mother who looked limp. She walked up to them and handed them tissues.

Two Hours Later

Most people went to the house to be with each. She sat in her car for a few seconds, and then headed up to her ex girlfriends childhood home.

She found her ex sitting in her childhood bedroom with a bottle of Hennessy in her hand.

Her ex stood up, and threw her glass at the wall, then she started punching the wall.

She walked up behind her ex and wrapped her arms around her tightly. Her ex’s body went limp, and they both sat on the ground, and her ex sobbed in her arms.

“He’s gone, he’s fucking gone”

“I know it hurts, but it’ll be okay”

“Thank you for being here”

“He treated me like a daughter in law, he meant a lot to me as well”

“I know”

She started to break the embrace, but then her ex asked for a request

“Please hold me for a few more minutes”

“Yes”