~Amendments~

There was forecast of a heavy storm...

There was this nice room with a big chandelier and a round table with two chairs. He pulled one chair with chivalry for her and then sit on the other one. Her red plum dress hugged her body perfectly, accentuating her curves. The short red hair and the black eyes made her look less than her actual age.

He was in his black shirt with two buttons open and torn faded jeans, something, about it was very casual, and unsettling for her nerves. Rimless glasses were covering his eyes and messy hair covering his forehead. He looked at her and she kept looking at the chandelier.

The red tabletop was bit too red and the plates were granite black. The spoons and forks worked silently without disturbing the silence between the people holding them. It wasn’t really an eloquent silent but a poignant silence in every possible way. Something about this silence has tried to speak loudly once, but it had died long back and now even their eyes have stopped looking at each other, stopping all chances of communication that could have been there.

He wanted to place his hand on her shoulder but put it on the back of her chair instead. She shivered, as if to feel his touch but did not react much. Third round of ice cubes clinked in the glass, the sound of pouring alcohol was clear, and he decided to reach for hand again, and then, he saw her hand trembling a little. His lips curved into a hidden smile, “she hasn’t gone far away, not yet” he thought.

She wanted to say something, but instead went for emptying the whole glass in one sip. He knew the mayhem inside her, as it was happening inside him too, ripping his heart apart and he knew, it is time for him to make amendments for that to her. He waited for her to put the papers on table, while going for the fourth round of whiskey and this time she finally put it on the table, in front of him- Their divorce paper.

Looking at the paper, he finally took her hand in one while offering the whiskey in another, brushing his lips on hers, breathing heavily... their eyes met…

There was forecast of a heavy storm...