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Rated: E · Short Story · Emotional · #2172083
Today was going to be perfect, everything was. Except for one thing.
The day was going to be perfect. I could feel it. I wasn't sleepy when I woke up, nor did I ache when I got out of bed. My cereal felt like flakes of sugar and sun in my mouth. Cold orange juice slipped down my throat, making me deeply inhale and sigh in content. I opened the window and looked out at the small fields on the outskirts of my small town. I felt like smiling as the sky looked luminescent. The sun peeking out just above the horizon made my insides feel warm. I sipped my juice while looking at pictures on my phone. Scrolling through all the moments I've captured once again. Looking at the photos on my wall. A particular one always catches my eye though, the same one everyday.

Me and my boyfriend, standing on a bridge with the sunset in the background. The night of our first kiss. Now that is what I call a perfect day. My heart is fluttering with just the thought of it. Speaking of him, we're having a date today. Coffee House at 3:00. I smile as I imagine his bright blue eyes in my mind. His smile filling every section of my brain.

I looked at my clothes. I was wearing black leggings with a beige sweater that stretched to my mid thigh. I wrapped a light blue scarf around my neck and studied myself in the mirror. My chestnut hair would look good in a high ponytail. I stare into my own eyes, light brown. My boyfriend says that they have specks of gold in them. I grin at the thought of him again. I glance at my phone, 8:36 am. I can't stand the wait. It's slowly killing me. I look through my shoes and decide if I should wear flats or boots.

9:24. I'm painting the tree outside the front of my house, strokes of red and orange replicating the fall season. I feel at peace as the paint brushes across the canvas smoothly. I close my eyes as the scent of fresh paint fills my nostrils. It takes two and a half hours to finish. It's 11:56 by now. I pace around my house, looking for something to do until my date.

I watch videos and look at others posts online until it reaches 2:50. I start walking out, I can feel myself skipping. Going out on a date never gets old, not if your truly in love. My phone buzzes in my pocket and I look at it, a smile plastered on my face.

"Sorry can't make it to our date," I mumble to myself, reading the text my boyfriend just sent me aloud. I stop abruptly and frown for the first time that day. Well, it must be important. I keep walking though, remembering that I need to get some groceries anyway. Today was still going to be perfect if I can help it.

I reach the town square where all the shops are, and am surprised to see my boyfriend at the Coffee House. Exactly where we said we'll meet. I stop, confused. I'm about to call out, but then I feel a stab of betrayal in my chest as I refuse to believe what I see. Another woman that he smiles at, then kisses.
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