It was a crisp fall day where the warm sun caressed the golden leaves but the strong air still sent shivers through her, goosebumps slowly making their way to the surface of her flesh.
I’m leaving, she said.
The wind caught a strand of hair, dragging across her face. She pushed it away and faced him. He held her captive with his hard, dark eyes. How could she do this to him?
I’m leaving, she said again.
A gently urgent breeze whipped the hem of her skirt around her knees. She wrapped her sweater more tightly around her. He stood there so unrelenting and silent; a standoff in the driveway. He made no move towards her and she stood frozen with her hand on the car door handle.
I’m leaving, she said a third time, after a pause.
The wind wrapped around her completely, insistently, and she shivered. She watched his chest rise and fall with each somber breath.
I’m leaving. A whisper.
A final resigned breeze caught her filmy blue scarf and sent it fluttering down like a flag of surrender. Slowly, slowly, he bent down to pick it up and extended it towards her.
She placed her hand in his and followed him back into the house.