The Sun Will Shine Again
I’m sitting quietly, looking out of my window. The rain has subsided, I think to myself. The sun is shining some light, before it sets again. My mind races back to our discussion; why did it have to happen?
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“George Lucas Downey. We have to talk.” She storms into the room, and I am forced to pause my music, save my work, and turn around.
“What’s the matter, Susannah?” I rise from my chair, stepping closer to her, but she shakes her head, and withdraws from my touch.
“George...” She steadies her voice, closing her eyes for a second, before staring right at me, her resolve pinning me to the spot. “We’re through.”
“What?!” My mind starts racing, and I desperately try to remember what I forgot to do this time. Did I miss date night? No, that is on Wednesday...Tomorrow. Did I forget to fix something?! No...My list is all checked off. What is it, woman?! Speak to me!!!
She turns around, and starts walking away. I rush forward, grabbing her arm and spinning her around to face me.
“Why, Susie? Why are we through? What happened?” My voice breaks, and for a moment her eyes soften.
“Oh, Georgie...” Pursuing her lips, she glances away, her eyes catching my “memory” wall. She folds her arms around herself and looks at me again, her face hardening to stone. “You and I are not meant to be. That’s why. I found somebody for me. Somebody who isn’t so caught up in his fantasy worlds. Somebody who cares more about me than his latest heroine. Somebody who loves me, for me. Even if I don’t understand his work. Even if I ask a million questions about his work. Because, I want to understand!” Her voice hitches, and she pushes past me, but I still catch a glimpse of the tears starting to stream down her cheeks.
“Susannah...I’m...sorry....”
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She was right. I didn’t care enough about her. I was more concerned about my latest heroine. About my latest writing project. About getting all the grammar right. About getting the suspense in. About saving the love of my life...Well, the literary love of my life.
I look down at the notebook in front of me. I cannot help but smile as my eyes catch her name...Don’t worry, sweetheart. You and I are alone now...I have nobody else to think about for now, but you...Oh...well, and calling my mother once a week. But, it’s not going to keep me from working alongside you. This pain will pass.
I look out of the window again, a faint smile on my face as I see the rays starting to disappear behind the mountain. Tomorrow, the sun will rise again. Maybe it will rain again. But, behind those clouds, the sun will be waiting. And it will shine again. The sun will shine on me again...The sun will shine on us again...