Pretty Wings

  She paused. Hoping for a reaction that would prevent her from doing what they both were against. During that brief moment of silence, time seemed to defy all logical understanding. He stood. He stood and reflected on previous arguments, all so similar. Her asking to be set free, him unwilling to give up on what he perceived to be a real world fairy tale.

 

   “If you love them, then let them go.” Who created this phrase? Spoken by unaccredited poets and so called experts of love, trying to pass on their wisdom through cliché quotes without any further explanation and foundered definition. Yet that cliché quote stood. It stood with a precedence that demanded complete adherence regardless of it’s partial comprehension. And with love at top concern he stood.

 

   Their eyes interlocking. He felt a smile forming beneath the surface. Although that smile fell far short of the current and newly progressing heartache, he knew in someway he was in compliance with the unspoken rules of love.

 

  He watched her leave. He watched as every garment, as every hygiene and beauty product was thrown carelessly in her suitcase. He watched her every move, listened to her every word, and eventually started to tear as she passed by leaving her scent, knowing it would soon vanish, leaving him with nothing more than a memory and a number he would be to proud to dial. Yet he stood, he stood all the while setting her free.