The Missed Chance
The look on her face said it all. Closed eyes, head down, and a tear falling down into her lap. This was the day that she never thought would happen.
She took the long path to get to where he was. She thought he would be there waiting, but she was too late.
The emotions that had built up in her, the thoughts that continued in her mind, and all the words she had not gotten a chance to say were gone. He was gone.
She should have been comforted. He was in a better place than he had been. He had reached the next plateau of spirit, wherever one goes after death. But she could not get beyond the fact that he left too soon, and she was too late.
Memories of their time together flooded her mind. All the places that they’d been. All the friends that they made. All the love that they had shared.
Of course, the things that did not go well were buried in those memories, too. The miscommunication. The relationships outside of their bond, both hers and his. The arguments.
She believed the breakup was a good thing. The departure was needed and would work. But it hadn’t. And here she was, saying goodbye to a ghost. It wasn’t fair. It should have been her.
Had she taken the shorter path, she might have been there early enough to stop him from giving up on her. If he had waited just a few minutes more, she would have been there in time.
Fate is a cruel mistress. Did he leave in anger? Was it frustration at her being late? Was it another meeting he had to go to? She’ll never know.
And what about the vehicle that hit him? Was it an accident or some spurned lover seeking revenge?
The look on her face said it all as the unending tears continued to fall.
