Soul meets body

He texted her.

“Hey. I saw you at Oliver’s tonight… just wondered if you were okay. I hope you are”.

One hour later she knocked at his door.

– Hi, he said, hesitating.

Before he could say or think anything else, he felt her fist hit his jaw. It hurt but no more than the acid surprise. When he got his vision back focused, after his mind absorbed the hum and recovered the senses, he saw her in an almost crying face, holding the right hand – the one that inflicted the punch – near to the body, in pain, as if she needed it to avoid the hand to fall off.

Before he could give sound to the “What the hell?!” question, she growled:

“You son of a bitch! You had no right! I loved that place! You and your fucking damn Scotch! You should never have come, you should never have laid foot here. This is my fucking town. You are poisoning all the places… all these memories are poisoning everything! You bastard!…”.

By then she was already lost in tears, lost in her labyrinth of thoughts and non-ended sentences… she was lost in pain and the words flowed from her mouth as water of a river that does not sees or cares who is around or what it is taking with it…

In the midst of her weeping and sobbing, she continued: “I can’t believe you did it. You couldn’t stay away, could you? You couldn’t vanish… right?”.

She cried so much he couldn’t help but going forward to hold her. When she felt his skin and the laces of his arms going in the so well known movement, she pushed him away and mumbled “you are not worth it”. She turned back and walked away, down the stairs, down the street, crying in silence.

He closed the door behind him, astonished. Feeling numb he got to the counter – slowly he drank large sips of his Scotch. It seemed like her punch had delayed, and now, like a typhoon, it got strengh and hit him hard, right in the chest. For the first time, he saw the pain he caused… He saw it clearly. And he cried.

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