Sandstorm

Sand. I felt it in my eyes, my mouth, between my fingers and toes. The wind blew more grainy clouds my way and I forged ahead in discomfort. There was no way I was stopping just for sand. I had to keep going.

“Em! Emily! Wait up!” His voice was desperate. I could hear it over the roaring winds. I pretended I didn’t and tried to walk faster. I couldn’t let him hold me back.

Sweat poured down my forehead as the sun beamed down on us. Even though the wind was strong, it couldn’t cool me down. The heat was powerful and I felt as if it were cooking me. 

“Em!” His voice was closer. I wished for the wind to be louder, for the sand to clog his mouth shut. “I know you hear me! Look, I’m sorry.” 

The apology I’ve been waiting for comes right in the moment where’s he the most helpless. Of course he would do that. He never really cared about me.

The winds started to calm and I felt a strong hand clamp my shoulder. He whipped me around to face him. The sun was directly overhead now, the hottest it’s ever been.

“I said I’m sorry.” He looked at me directly in the eyes. I turned away because I couldn’t get lost in those eyes. Not again.