Letting Go

VERY short monologue I wrote. (Would it be considered that?) It was going to be a short story - and maybe it will be - but I couldn't get any farther on the John side. Tell me what you think (:

“Can you make it back here in about two hours?”

“John’s been getting a little suspicious lately… I probably shouldn’t,” I replied as I zipped up my pants. This all felt so right, but I knew it was wrong. I was never the kind of woman to do this, and every mechanism in my brain told me so.

“Well then… When can I see you?”

Alec walked over to me slowly, and wrapped his hands around my waist, pulling his face closer to mine. I wanted so much to stay here with him, but I knew I just couldn’t. I had a life with John, and the kids. I can’t throw that away. I pulled my lips that were now softly kissing him away.

“Never. I can’t do this anymore. You know I love you, and I wish things could be different. I wish we had met sooner. A life with you is all I could ever want, but everything I can never have.”

He looked down, with an expression so emotionless it frightened me. I could almost hear his heart pounding, as was mine.

I leaned forward and held his face close to mine, staring deep into his eyes as though I might never see them again. I could look at his beautiful green eyes forever, but now was not the time. I went in for a long, passionate kiss. Leave him with something to remember me by.

I pulled away, picked up my purse, and proceeded to walk out of the door. I could feel a small part of my heart breaking as I did so. I had left a piece of it with him, and every step I took felt like it was tugging harder and harder, like a puppy testing his boundary on a leash. But I had to let it break, for both of our sakes.

I pressed the down button, and the wait for the door to open felt like hours. It finally did, and I stepped aside to allow an elderly woman passage to the hallway I was blocking. Then I stepped onto the elevator alone, and the doors closed, the loud shutting making the tears fall silently down my face. My life was crashing down around me, my heart gone, my soul in tatters. And although I was looking at the wood panel walls, the only things I could truly see were Alec’s brilliant green eyes, of which I would never see again.

Reviews

[Ross Saunders]

I think this works well as a flash fiction piece, rather than a monologue. I don't think you need to necessarily need to add anything more to this, maybe just solidify what you've got here into a more defined piece?
Also, there's a paragraph that starts in mid-sentence, but doesn't go anywhere. "He looked down, a" and nothing.