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Jess Gatsby

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Monday Morning.

I  was sitting on my bed, waiting for the message that would signal what my tasks were for the day. My wife lay behind me, still sleeping. She was snoring softly, something she is embarrassed by, but I find it cute.

The sun had not risen yet, but the morning was already warm and sticky. People think living here is a vacation, but most days it is like you are walking through soup. Hot and wet.

I was still waiting when I heard her stir behind me. I felt arms wrap around my waist, and her cheek pressed against my back.

“Has he told you where you are going today?” She asked in a groggy voice.

“Not yet, I am still waiting.”

“Oh, he is such a dick.” She said, kissing the middle of my back. Such a way with words.

My phone buzzed in my hands. It was him.

“Finally.” She said. “Where are you off to today?”

I read the message.

“Fuck.” I started. “I’m not sure.”

The messages were always so vague.

 

Jess Gatsby

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A study of emotion

She sat down at her desk and wondered what she was doing. The day had taken an unexpected turn and here she found herself longing.

In the candlelight she could see a glimmer of the mirror in the corner.

Was that his face?

She kept seeing him.

Ella knew that he had been gone for a long time, but she still saw him.

Her hands reached out in the darkness, over the candle she felt the warmth.

Is this all she would have now?

The heat of his gaze in the corner of her eye, and then…

cold…

dark…

She felt the loneliness surround her like a mist that tickled her skin and made bumps raise on her arms.

Again a glimpse of light in the mirror.

Amber eyes from the light of the flame,

and again he was gone.

 

Jess Gatsby

 

 

Distractions are safer.

It was the day I had been waiting for. All week, it has been so long and I have been waiting for this minute to see him and yet…

I find myself disappointed. This moment is a meager one, compared to what I was expecting. Expecting, expecting. Life should be more than that… and she is more… is she more…

She couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if she were to be noticed. He felt like he was running in circles around her, as to not offend. They both ignore each other like they couldn’t be bothered- like another has their fancy. If they would talk, if they could speak up, they would know. She wishes this were true, and he does too.

 

A cute little sad love story.

Maybe based off of something else?

You will never know.

-JG.

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