She walked in to the store as I was waiting outside with the dog.
I knew I shouldn’t have brought him with me.
I don’t want him to bark.
As I saw her disappear, I looked around a bit. I turned off my cell phone. It would not be of any use anymore. It was over. It was a pretty quiet night. All I could hear besides my dog’s panting was the buzzing of the street night. Some teenagers were laughing in the distance. They were having a good time, I sure wouldn’t be. But it’s not my decision anymore. I chose to come. I didn’t have to. I was starting to regret it now. It’s not fairt in a way but it’s my fault. I brought it upon myself. I should have stayed home. She’ll be devastated.
Oh well.
I kind of wish I didn’t have to do this. But I have nowhere else to go. She’ll survive. Will I? I don’t really know but it’s worth a shot. I hear a car coming and I panic. My dog starts to move, sensing me tense up. I tell him it’s ok. False alarm. I see an old man coming out of the store with a bag of chips. He looks so lonely. I wish I could be his friend for a second. I wish all of this could go away. I think about sprinting for it. But it’s too late now. It’s only a matter of seconds now. If they don’t show up in two minutes, she’ll come back and I won’t be able to go. This time it’s not a false alarm. I see the black porshe coming closer and closer by the second. Man that car is silent. The buzzing of the street light is louder than that. It’s right beside me now. The door opens. I hesitate for a moment, then, I get in quickly.
She walks out of the store holding a jar of peanut butter. The dog is sitting there, waiting patiently, with no expression in his eyes. Kind of clueless. As if nothing happened. She, on the other hand falls to the ground. She knows I’m not coming back. She’ll survive. I know she will. I’m sure she hates me right now for giving in, but it’s my decision and she has nothing to say about it.
I bet she never opened that jar of peanut butter.
