February is romance month in my Fearless Fiction Femmes Fatales group. We write different fictional stories based on the same prompts from Molly Field at Grass Oil. Make sure to visit the other blogs to see what stories they wrote (links at bottom of this entry). If you missed the January Fiction episodes, you can click on this link to start at the beginning:
He didn’t know it would be the last time he looked into her eyes when he complimented her. “You have the prettiest eyes,” he said as if really seeing them for the first time. They were deep green like the ocean on the Emerald Coast of Florida. There was depth and breadth and body in her eyes. There was kindness and wisdom, and there was naivety at the same time. She was younger than he, barely more than half his age. When they were saying goodbye, her eyes caught his attention.
She smiled in return and said a simple, “thanks,” followed with a shy laugh. They were both a little embarrassed and uncomfortable with the connection taking place, but were both overpowered by it nonetheless. The chemistry between them was strong, and when they made eye contact it felt like fireworks inside for both of them. Time stood still. A rush of emotion flooded over them as they both grasped for words awkwardly.
He now understood why people say that eyes are the window to the soul. He never noticed how striking her eyes were until then. He felt a soul connection with her, and it grew deeper that sunny afternoon. Perhaps it was the universe’s way of letting him see into her soul before it was too late? It’s funny how things work that way.
They met at the hospital one day when a mutual friend introduced them. If he knew what kind of pain their relationship would cause in the future, he would have turned her away, but he didn’t have any way of telling the future. All he could do was live life fully each day and hope that his actions today would bring him to brighter and better tomorrows.They hugged, said goodbye, and she went on her way smiling and waving. It was a warm and friendly embrace. She smelled like a fresh breeze, and he got goosebumps from feeling that breeze rush through his senses. The sun shone behind her blonde hair like a halo. Her smile and her beautiful eyes were forever etched into his memory. He waved, admiring her fit petite body as she walked away. God she is gorgeous he thought to himself. He got lost for a few minutes speculating what it would be like to be intimate with her. He imagined she had a body like a Victoria’s Secret model under her hospital scrubs. She sent flirtatious messages, and although they were subtle he picked up on them. They got along so well, and her hugs were so genuine. She felt so natural in his arms. He felt young and desirable again when he was with her. She’s way too young, and besides I’m married he reminded himself. He felt guilty for even letting himself follow that thought. If he acted on his impulses, it might be wonderful temporarily, but it would crush his family and ruin his life.
He was clearly in the lustful stages of attraction and infatuation with her. He only knew her for about six months. They started meeting for lunches then taking walks together when they could steal away the moments. They got along in a best-friendly manner even though they were in vastly different stages of their lives. He saw her only at work when she was at her best. They laughed and told each other stories. There was nothing to fight about and no boring routine to get used to. She admired his maturity and prestigious reputation as one of the best neurosurgeons in the country. She flattered him and brought to life a vibrant part of him that had been lying dormant for a long time.
His wife was his best friend a long time ago, but their romance turned into attachment and commitment. It evolved into responsibility and day-to-day mundaneness. He loved his wife, but he hadn’t looked into her eyes that way in more than a decade. It was a very different kind of love. The passion had waned from his marriage.
Although his life appeared perfect from the outside, he was suffering a lonely existence. Tragedy befell his family when two of his children died in a car accident. His wife withdrew into herself, sinking into a downward spiral of depression. He felt disconnected from her emotionally and physically. He struggled with his commitment and responsibilities to her and his family versus the passion he felt for this young woman. He wished he could get all of his needs met by one woman so he didn’t have to struggle internally this way. He imagined starting all over again with a new relationship, a new life with a young wife free from complications. He couldn’t get it off his mind, but he went through the motions when he got home from work that night. He ate some dinner and retreated to his office where he ‘worked’ until midnight while the house was quiet. He did have some paperwork to catch up on, but mainly it was an excuse to be alone with his deviant thoughts. He carefully weighed his options and decided to sleep on things. Perhaps they could meet for lunch again tomorrow and see where things go on their own.
The next day, he woke up early with the alarm at 5:30am. He went through his morning routine getting ready for work. He had a full schedule seeing patients all day. He turned on the news while he ate breakfast. “Breaking news,” went across the bottom of the screen. “23 year old woman found dead from an apparent drug overdose. Police are investigating evidence collected at the scene. More on this story when we return.” Pictures of her apartment building and her face filled the screen before programming broke for a commercial. Her green eyes looked right through him. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing and hearing.
His heart sank and his stomach flip-flopped. He felt a wave of dizziness and sank to his knees. He couldn’t hide his grief or mask his reaction. Tears poured from his brown eyes uncontrollably, and he put his hands to his forehead and tried to slow his breathing. He just saw her yesterday. How could she be gone today? Drug overdose?
His wife heard him crying and came out of the bedroom to see what was going on. “Richard? Is everything ok?” There was no answer. He didn’t know what to say. She held him as he wept. The news came back on continued with more details. Cocaine and prescription bottles were discovered in the bathroom where her body was found. There was no suicide note, so it’s not apparent if it was intentional or accidental. “Did you know her?” she asked.
“Yes, from the hospital,” he finally managed to answer.
“I’m sorry honey, why in the world would a beautiful young girl like that want to do drugs anyway?” she didn’t know what to say either.
Richard was speechless. Usually he was the strong person in the family. Now he needed support.
Here is the prompt: When was the last time you looked into someone’s gorgeous eyes? Maybe they were sea green and seemed to have all the secrets of the world behind them? What would happen if you had a chance to know this person intimately?
Then you find that person has a dark secret that would bring your perfect but lonely life to its knees.
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