Devastation

Devastation

Amy took his hand and searched lovingly into his eyes. Something was wrong. The usual love and warmth which greeted her gaze was gone. All that met her now was cold indifference.

“What is it love? What did you want to tell me”?

They sat there for what seemed hours before a reply broke the silence.

“I can’t do this anymore” Michael said.

His voice barley more than a whisper. The gravity of his emotions were emphasised but his quick release of Amy’s hand. He looked away focussing on anything and everything but her face.

“What do you mean? What’s going on? Talk to me Baby”.

“I can’t do this! Us! You! Me!”

“I don’t understand”. The tenderness in Amy’s voice was gone. Now the dam walls threatened to collapse agains the reality and pain of what Michael was saying.

“It’s simple okay. I don’t love you. I thought I did but that was a fleeting reaction. You were a new toy, bright and shiny… that fascination is over”.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but anger raged in her heart.

“A new toy! Bright and shiny! You little shit! You fucking immature arsehole! A toy! After five fucking years and everything we’ve been through, you refer to our love as a toy”!

“I will give you a fucking toy”! Amy whispered, the malice in her voice evident.

“Now Amy… there’s no need to blow things out of proportion and get all dramatic. I know this is a devastating revelation but surely you didn’t think this was going to last”. Michael said finally looking back at Amy.

“A fucking toy”!

Amy grabbed hold of Michael’s hand. The room grew dark in an instance. In that moment it was just the two of them sitting at the table. Amy’s eyes grew small as her lips moved frantically in a chant. Michael began to panic.

“What the fuck are you doing, you crazy bitch”?

His screams grew louder but went unheard. He felt his heartbeat slow down and his blood go cold and then it was over.

The room returned to normal… voices of family and couples continued to accompany the mellow music that filled the restaurant.

Where once sat the tall rugged Michael, lay a small pink pocket vibrator.

“A fucking toy”! Thank you Michael.

Amy dropped cash on the table to cover the wine she had. Picked up her new toy and walked nonchalantly out the restaurant.

 

 

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