Time (a short story about a breakup)

I showed up early as I always do. Waiting as I always do. You show up late. The tears already dropping from your face miles a minute, hitting the sharp rocks of my consciousness for the last time with your indecision. Just say it already. We kissed too early. We were intimate too early. I jumped the gun and the residue of the chalky gunpowder covered up the droplets of two wounded hearts. It’s not all my fault you know. I did what you wanted when you wanted even when it was too late. Why didn’t you let me know you had already counted the days? Why didn’t you let me know the clock had already stopped? A growing fetus was stunted of its growth to become a stillborn. Trapped in the silent womb of invisible fears. Suffocated in airless hesitancy. Just say it already. I never should have come on time.

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