The Meeting

                                    

                                          
Now  never  one  to  flaunt  my  riches  I  live  a  very  moderate  life.  Except  for  one  thing  my  cars.  Yes  I have  a  pretty  standard  collection  of  motorcycles  cars  and  trucks.  But  one  is  my  pride  and  joy.  1939 Delahaye  Type  165  Cabriolet.  Only  five  of  these  beauties  exist. And  at  this  moment  I  need  her.  I needed  to  feel  clear  and  free.  Free  from  the  heartbreak the  I  just  witnessed.  Free  from  the  knowledge that  my  best  friend  is  with  the  love  of  my  life.  I  speed  down  to  the  coast  listening  to  the  purr  of  the engine.
                          
Did  I  just  expect  her  to  sit  around  and  wait  that  I  hopefully  would  return?  Why  did  she  have  to  get with  Jazz  of  all  people?  My  insides  are  burning.  I  downshift to  give  the  engine  a  kick  then  take  off again.  I  dare  the  cops  to  try  and  pull  me  over.
                          
After  what  feels  like  I  lifetime  I  return  home.  I  can sense  her  presence  before  I  even  see  her.  She  is standing  in  the  shadows  by  my  door.  I  continue  on  to  park  my  car  in  my  garage.  Walking  out  slowly  I approach  her.  She  looks  as  beautiful  as  there.  Her scent  overwhelms  me  I  am  almost brought  to  my  knees.
                          
"so  you  decided  to  come  back"
                          
"what  are  you  doing  here?" I  snap.
                          
"no  you  don't  get  to  be  mad  or  upset.  Where  were  you?  What  did  I  do? You  just  left.  No  word  no nothing.  Did  I  do  something  I  don't  know  about?"
                          
"no  you  didn't  do  anything" other  than  hooking  up  with  my  best  friend  my  mind  says.
                          


                          
"then  why  did  you  leave?  And  why  did  you  go  after  Jazz?"
                          
I  laugh "is  that  what  she  said?" I  snarl. "I  didn't  go  after  your  precious  girlfriend.  She  came  into  my home.  You  were  with  her  in  my  home." yelling  the  last  part.
                          
"wait  what  your  home?" she  actually  looks  lost.
                          
"yes  this  is  my  home  my  apartment  my  place  of  residence."
                          
"Jazz  told  me  this  was  her  spot."
                          
"and  what  did  you  think  happened  I  attacked  her  and  kicked her  out  her  place?" I  laugh  bitterly. "I wont  lie  to  you.  I  wont  deny  feeling  rage  at  the  knowledge  of you  two  I  did  see  red." I  look  down suddenly  feeling  ashamed  and  sorry  for  myself. "I'm  sorry  I  left.  I'm  sorry  I  hurt  you.  But  you  are  the  reason  I  came  back.  I  thought  of  nothing  no  one but  you  since  I've  been  gone." I  say  regrettably.
                          
She  looks  at  me  slowly  nodding  her  head. "I  accept  your  apology  but  you  have  to  understand  you  left. And  I'm  with  Jazz  now.  I  couldn't  understand  why  you  left.  Why  you  no  longer  wanted  me."
                          
"i  never  stopped  wanting  you  baby.  I  got  stupid.  I  got  scared."
                          
"scared  of  what  Omari?"
                          
"scared  of  you  of  us  of  this.  Scared  of  so  much,  I  panicked  and I  ran.  And  I  am  so  sorry." I  say  while reaching  for  her.  She  is  but  a  tiny  thing.  Not  even  reaching my  chest.  I  lean  into  her.  She  leans  back into  me.  I  kiss  her  forehead  her  nose  and  slowly  kiss  her mouth.  I  feel  her  kissing  me  back  dragging her  lips  across  mine.  She  pushes  me  away.
                          
"i  cant  I  have  to  go." she  says  turning  to  walk  away.
                          
"OK.  Let  me  drive  you  home." opening  my  apartment  I  grab  my  other  set  of  keys  locking  up  I  think to myself  I  need  to  have  my  locks  changed.  Walking  her  to  my standard  life  car  I  open  the  door  for  her. Walking  around  and  getting  settled  behind  the  wheel.  I  drive  towards  her  home.  Please  to  see  that  she and  Jazz  do  not  live  together.
                          
"where  do  we  go  from  here  Kaira?  What  we  have  will  never allow  us  to be  just  friends."
                          
She  is  propped  up  against  the  door  by  her  elbow  with  her  hand massaging  her  head.
                          
"I  never  thought  I would  be  around  you  again.  I  thought  you  walked  for  good.  I  don't  know  what  the  future  holds  but right  now  I'm  with  Jazz.  She  was  there  for  me  when  you  left.  I  will  not  do  her  wrong."
                          
"do  you  love  her?" I  ask  pushing  my  luck..  I  draw  her  to  me  resting  my  forehead  against  hers. "tell  me that  you  love  her  and  I  will  walk  away  now."
                          
"i  cant  do  that."
                          
Slowly  I  press  my  lips  to  hers.  I  can  feel  her  lips  quiver  before  she  hops  out  of  my  car.  I  watch  her open  her  walking  stick  and  move  swiftly  to  her  apartment.  She stays  on  the  2nd floor.  I  make  my  way up  the  side  of  her  building  to  her  apartment.  She  is  blind  and has  no  reason  to  turn  the  lights  on  but  I can  see  her  clearly  leaning  against  her  door  her  body  shaking  with  her  silent  sobs  that  I  can  hear  as  if she  is  crying  directly  into  my  ears,  she  calms  herself  and  makes  her  way  to  her  bedroom.