I was crossing a concrete jungle, approaching the road I was going to cross to get to the bus terminal.
I spotted the backs of a couple. She clung to him, tightly, her arms around his midsection, face half-buried in his chest. He looked… hesitant, a half-hug in return for hers. In a moment of judgment, I thought, profoundly, “Ugh.”
My headphones were on, which made it easy to look away and attempt to ignore them.
I walked on until they were right behind me. I didn’t mean to look back, but I couldn’t help myself.
As soon as I did, I saw her face. Where I thought I would see a couple in an embrace of young love, unnecessary public displays of affection and disgusting clinginess, I saw just clinginess, but the kind that’s brought on by heartbreak and desperation.
Her face was wet with tears, her expression wrought with pain and, she knew it, in her heart of hearts, inevitable loss. I couldn’t hear her, but I just knew she was saying “Don’t go. Please.”
I turned away, walked on, and boarded the bus with the look on her face ingrained on my mind.
I wonder what their story is. I hope she’ll be well.