I had looked into her eyes when she told me to sit down. Wondering why, I tried to take deep breathes to keep myself calm. She looked at me trying to speak, but there had been nothing but silence streaming out of her mouth. Still, I sat waiting for Elaine’s lips to make some kind of a movement. She held my hands which had been shaking because her own had been possessed, enough to allow myself to realize how negative the thoughts were that she wanted to share. “What’s wrong, Elaine…” I said, with a concerned, desolate disposition.
Elaine moved closer to me, with the sides of our thighs now touching. She had laid her head down on my lap, and I could feel trickles of tears dampening my pants like there had been small puddles forming on my thigh. “I’m so sorry, Jason…” she cried, and the small puddles upon my lap began to fill up.
I didn't know what to think. The things torturing my mind caused me to want revenge against what she had done. Genuinely, I didn't understand the entire situation, so I had decided to try and let Elaine finish before I reacted in the manner played out in my head. I kept quiet and tried listening some more.
Elaine’s body contorted as her bones jerked, while she rested her head upon my lap with tears spreading into larger puddles. I had noticed how her breathing pattern accelerated since the start of it all; the breathing had been rapid, and for a moment, I thought she had an asthma attack. “Elaine!” I shouted, now with a different concern laid upon my face.
“I’m okay,” she replied. She had still been crying, but her body language, this time, had been much smoother.
“This thing you want to say to me, Elaine,” I said. “I’m scared of what you have to say…”
“I’m more scared to say it.” Elaine lifted up her head, which revealed a tremendous change. It had only been five minutes ago when she rested her head in shame, but from the look of her face, it seemed like more time had passed. Elaine’s eyes were bloodshot red, her makeup stained across her cheeks and nose, and the pain in her eyes said all it needed to say; Elaine had regretted what she had done.
I looked at the wreck that sat in front of me, knowing I needed to make a decision. “I--” she said.
“Elaine, please be quiet!” I shouted, in a frustrating tone.
“But--”
I had forced my finger across her moist lips, hinting to keep silent. I looked at Elaine, and with my own silent words, I had told her what had been on my mind. Her eyes began to scar with more tears, but this had been different than before. She laid her head across my warm chest, and I grasped my arms around her body to comfort her, while she rested upon me with the pain of the secret still within. “It was so stupid!” she said, and I placed my lips upon her forehead and kissed it, with hope for our future.