His pain

*Skye*

He has chosen to ride his motorbike rather than travel in the car with me. Whenever we round a curve, I look out the window and see him driving ahead, such a lonely figure, the sight of which causes an ache in my chest. Although even from this distance, I can sense the anger roiling off him. He sits so stiffly in the saddle. Even when the dark clouds roll in and the rain starts, he doesn’t seek shelter within the confines of the vehicle. I should have welcomed his absence. Instead, I mourn it.

Reaching into the wicker basket that the cook had presented to me before leaving, I remove a block of cheese, take a bite, and slowly chew. There has to be some way to make this situation right. I don’t expect him to ever forgive me, I’m not certain I will ever forgive myself. At the time, I had no choice, no options… or at least not any that I could see. In hindsight...

A light fluttering just below my waist causes everything within me to still. I dare not breathe, but simply wait for i