“Short? SHORT?”
Jason threw up his hands, turned around and walked away, mumbling to himself.
Laura stormed after him; “yeah, you’re SHORT. You’re insane, you’re cruel, a-a-and you’re SHORT. Fuck it, I’ll be honest. You may think you’re perfect, but boy – you’re not. You chew with your mouth open, you spit and fart in public, you can’t go out and call it a ‘good time’ unless you get pissed drunk, you never finished university, you haven’t stayed in a job for more than a year and a half without getting fired or storming off like they wronged you somehow, you….JASON, I’M TALKING TO YOU”
At those words, Jason stopped dead in his tracks, head hanging. “Laura -” he sighed, “Laura, it’s obvious this is over. Why can’t we just walk away and be done with it?”
As she walked around to face him, Laura stared at his hanging head, wide-eyed. She never turned her back to him, not wanting to show weakness like she had so many times before. This was the last argument, the last fight. This was it, this was all there would ever be.
“I loved you. How could you say things like that to my…”
He snapped his head up, staring her right in the eyes: “Laura I was DRUNK – I…”
“I DON’T WANT TO HEAR YOUR FUCKING EXCUSES ANY…” Laura’s voice caught in a sob. She stopped, took a deep breath, and continued: “I don’t want to hear any more excuses. I am beautiful no matter my size, I am not a bitch, and I am certainly not your fucking maid. I am better than that, and I’m better than YOU…then what YOU gave me – no, HAVEN’T given me…you’ve never fulfilled a promise. Your true thoughts have come out after all this time, and there’s no sealing them away. I’m done.”
Jason watched her stifle a sob, and wipe away her tears. He wanted nothing more but to comfort her – hold her… He wanted to take away her pain, remove the hurt that he knew he caused, time and time again. He wanted to make her love him again, see that things could be different, but he knew there was only hurt in their future if they continued on… She was better off hating him…leaving him…
Quietly, he spoke: “Laura, I’m sorry.”
She glanced up, tear-filled eyes searching his…he tried to hide his emotions, but she saw it all over his face. With a deep breath in, and a long exhale out, she calmed herself before stepping forward and wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him close. The two stood in silence, breathing the perfume of each others bodies. After what seemed like ages, she pulled back, leaving only one hand connected to his fingertips. He stared at her hand in his – her fingers pale and smooth, lying within his rough hands, stained with years of hard labour.
“I’m sorry too. Bye Jason.”
She turned and walked away, slipping her fingertips out of his grasp. He watched her put her boots on first, then wrapping herself in the scarf and coat that made her look like a winter goddess, all wrapped in grays and blues… She pulled on her mittens and opened the door. As she stepped out the door, Jason felt himself take a half-step forward…he couldn’t help but feel that he should yell – scream – beg her not to go. But Jason stopped himself, stayed silent…staring.
Laura lifted her mittened hand and mouthed one last “bye” as she pulled the door closed, and wandered off into her forever… She without him, and he without her.