John knocked on Mary’s door. “Mary! It’s John! Open up!”
In a second, the door was whisked open, and Mary fell on John. “Where have you been?” she gasped.
“I’m sorry.” he replied, “I had some urgent business to attend to.”
“Can you tell me about it?” she asked, gently.
“Not today.” John replied, tearing up.
Mary reached up, and wiped away his tears before kissing him.
Mary lay in bed, used tissues littered in the mess of her pillows, and blankets. She thought about their conversation the day before.
“Mary?” John asked, sitting next to her, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” she replied, sniffly.
“Don’t lie.” he said sternly.
“I was just thinking…” she started softly.
John made a “going on” motion with his hands.
“You went to work…” she muttered.
(John wondered what this had to do with anything.)
“I wondered if it would always be like that…” she continued.
“What?” he asked.
“Whether or not we were always going to part like that.” she replied.
“Mary, you have to understand that I have to work. Why do you always look at the negative side of relationships?” John gave her a disapproving look.
“Because I never wanted to be in one!” she snapped. “You were the one who told me love was some ‘great adventure’! Well I’m telling you that it hurts!”
He sighed deeply, “Love hurts… Mary.”
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!” she demanded.
“Because I thought you knew. You read all those adventure, and fantasy books after all. Every adventure is not without it’s pain.” he explained.
At this, she began to cry.
Mary looked at the door with sorrow. John was gone.
“Mary… Are you crying again?” John asked.
“No.” Mary sniffed.
“Come on, Mary.” John made no move to comfort her. A sigh escaped his lips, and for the first time, he wondered when Mary had ever been this emotional, and why, he hadn’t realised it earlier. He felt a pang of guilt, as for a moment, he considered ending the relationship, since this wasn’t what he had seen the relationship to be when he had asked her out in the first place. Unfortunately, what he was thinking must have been written all over his face with a permanent marker, as Mary turned away from him, and muttered,
“You can go if you want.”
He saw this as his signal to leave. A wave of relief washed over him. He felt helpless when he saw Mary cry, and he had learnt that neither hugs nor kisses did the trick. He left her apartment, under the impression that he was giving her space.
Mary heard the door click shut behind him, and burst into tears.