My English Muffin (Interracial Romance BWWM Black Woman White Man)
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I moved to the windows of the airport and watched his plane until it left. I was broken inside and hailed a cab to take me home. I ruined my mascara as he drove me to my house.
“Are you OK, lady?” The cabbie asked. I could see his eyes in the rear view mirror. The brows were knitted together with concern.
“I will be.” I told him. “I just let a man I love walk out of my life.” When the words came out of my mouth they were punctuated with my depression. I didn’t want this to happen. I couldn’t take much more of this.
“Why?” He seemed to understand what I was saying. “He left for someone else?”
“No, it’s not that. He was just here on vacation. We met, fell in love and he had to go back home.”
“That’s bad.” The cabbie looked like the pain had seeped out of me and hit him in the gut. He was empathic and I needed that at the moment.
“I know. I met him less than a week ago. He’s already gone.”
“The internet is an amazing thing.” The cabbie reminded me. “You guys could video chat and stay in touch. I think it is called Skype or something like that.”
“It’s not the same.” I told him. It would be nice to think that it would work, but I knew that it wasn’t and our love would fade in time.
“I know how you feel. It’s one of those times when you say you’ll keep in touch, but it really doesn’t happen. I been there myself years back.” He was commiserating with me as I cried all the way home.
“I loved him. I really did. I never loved anyone that deeply before this. I hated to watch him go. I watched his plane take off. He’s gone. He’s gone forever. There’s nothing I can do about it. I wanted to beg him to stay, to tell him I couldn’t live without him, but I couldn’t do that to him. I couldn’t ask him to leave his entire life for me.” I ranted at him. I don’t know why I ranted at this strange cabbie, but I couldn’t keep these emotions trapped any longer. I let them out all over the backseat of that cab.
“I’m sure you did.” There was no sarcasm or condescension in his voice. I believed that he honestly understood. It didn’t make my sadness go away, but it did make me feel a little better to know that someone understood. “I met a girl once who came here from Germany. She was beautiful. We spent a lot of time together before she left. But then we didn’t really keep in touch. I tried but it just did not work out.”
“I hope he keeps in touch.” Even he didn’t sound like he believed it. It was kind of a sorry subject.
“You never know, he might knock on your door a few minutes after you get back.”
“That only happens in movies.” I was trying to be realistic, but something told me that it wasn’t going to happen. I wallowed in depression as I made my way to the elevator in my building.
When I got into my place, I changed into my ratty pajamas and pulled the emergency ice cream out of the freezer. The whole pint. I plopped onto the couch and turned on the TV to a sappy romantic comedy.
Anything to get my mind off him.
Anything to get my mind off of my English Muffin.
#Epilogue
I moved on to reading some books on my Kindle. I was just having a look to see if there was a new Lena Skye novel out then I heard the door buzz.
I figured it was one of my girlfriends. They knew that he was supposed to be leaving today. I ignored the buzz, I didn’t want to talk to any just yet, I needed to adjust to the second loss in a month. I needed time to just be sad before I could let them cheer me up.
I know that I was just being silly, and had I known what was really going on, I’m not sure I would have ignored it. The buzzing continued. I tried to ignore it. It was incessantly painful and was driving me crazy. I sunk myself into the ice cream and ate one of the chocolate chunks that were swirled through the entire pint of creamy cold soul healing goodness.
I knew that if it was Ada or Andrea they weren’t going to let me out of this so easy. I finally relented and buzzed them up without checking who it was. I unlocked the door and plopped back down on the couch to wait for the pity party I was about to have with the girls. I tried to wipe the tears from my eyes, but they just kept being replaced my more.
When the knock on the door came I just shouted come in through my sobs. I didn’t even pay attention to who walked in the door. The arms wrapped over my shoulders from behind the couch and I just continued to cry.
“It’s OK, love.” The softness of that deep British accent shocked me. I turned to see his face looking down on me.
“William! You came back?” I asked him. I wasn’t sure that I wasn’t hallucinating.
“I couldn’t leave you.” Tears were welling up in his eyes. “I called and arranged for another week of vacation. Another week won't hurt me.”
“You’re here for another week?” I didn’t know if I was thankful or upset. “Why?”
“I wanted to spend it with you. I couldn’t leave you behind.” He leaned in and kissed me. It was a wet kiss that was full of our mingling tears.
I looked down after we kissed and finally realized what I was wearing. “Oh my God!” I shouted and ran off to the bedroom. I couldn’t decide what to change into, but I couldn’t let him see me in my break up outfit. I rushed to change but ended up throwing my entire closet onto the bed. “What am I going to do?” I asked myself.
I heard a response from my doorway. “Remember to close the door before you panic over your outfit.”
“I can’t believe you’re seeing me in this.” I threw my hands up. “You shouldn’t see me like this.”
“Why not?” He asked. “You look beautiful in anything you wear. You’d look even better if you took it all off and didn’t worry about a new outfit.” He was smiling at me, and there was lust in his eyes.
“Ha ha,” I laughed sarcastically.
“I’m serious. Anyway, before we do anything, I have something I need to talk to you about. Something important.” The words had an ominous touch to them. It was the kind of statement that would haunt someone forever. The kind of words that said that bad news was coming. I couldn’t even think about what he was going to say to me. I braced myself to impact as I walked out of the room.
I had no idea what was going on and I was afraid to find out. I excused myself out of the conversation for a few minutes by going to the bathroom.
I spent the next few minutes going over the worst case scenarios in my head. I sat on the toilet and hung my head in my hands until I finally decided that I was probably making it out to be worse than it was.
I walked out of the bathroom into what felt like a firing squad. He sat me down on the couch and he sat next to me perched on the edge of the sofa.
“OK Mimi, I have something to tell you....and you’re not going to like it.”
My face dropped when I discovered what he told me. Oh no...
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