To Be ... Or Not To Be... Part Two

To be ... Or Not To Be... part one

Today, she spent a little more time than usual, scrubbing her body. She showered and looked at the figure staring back at her, gave a satisfied smile and wrapped a towel around her. She got dressed and walked out of the house. She was smiling when she reached the café. What had brought about that sudden change in her? The screaming of her aunt, asking her to button her shirt still echoed in her ears, “For heaven’s sake … you are like brother and sister” and then…

“Excuse me” she heard a voice. She looked up and saw a man waving at her. She put on her apron and walked to the table to take the order. The same routine, taking orders, fulfilling them with smile on face, only difference was today she was ‘really’ smiling. Amidst the orders she threw a quick glance at the door hoping that Sam would show up again, however, he did not. She was back to her original self by the closing time. She stepped out of the café and started walking towards her house unaware that she was being followed. Reaching her apartment she turned the key and opened the door. She was about to enter the house when she heard footsteps behind her. Before she could turn around and see who it was, she heard a voice calling her name …
“Hi Laura”
She remembered that voice, how could she not? She turned around to find Sam smiling at her.
“Hi Sam” she smiled.
“You remember me?” Sam said shifting from one foot to the other.
“Of course, I do.” She said tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“I am so happy to see you” Sam wrapped his arms around her.
“So am I” Laura wrapped her arms around him. “I missed you” she said placing her head on his shoulder.
“Yeah, so did I” Sam whispered.
“Are you not going to invite me in?”
“Oh, I am sorry. Come in”
Both of them walked inside. Sam looked around.

“Excuse me; it is kind of messy around here.” Laura said picking up her clothes and making place for Sam to sit on the couch. Instead of walking towards the couch, Sam walked towards her and before she could react, he placed his lips on hers and kissed her. She kissed him back, all her pent-up emotions flowing through that kiss. A moment later she stepped back, “This is not right, we should not be doing this.”
“Please, Laura.”
“Please, Sam. Leave.” She said trying to avoid eye contact with him. She wanted him to stay. She had been happy today when she thought about how he had reacted when his mother had slapped her and asked her to leave his room. He had yelled back at his mother. Though Laura could not hear what was being said, on her way out she had heard them arguing about something.
Sam walked close to Laura and placed his hand on her shoulder, “Please listen to me.”
“Where were you all these years, Sam” Laura wept
Sam had no answer for this. Yes, it was true he had abandoned her. He had his own reasons.
“I am so sorry, Laura” Sam said making her sit on the couch and he sat next to her.
“I wish I could bring back all the years I did not keep in touch.” He took her hand in his and kissed it.
Laura was still crying. All these years, it had seemed so wrong, what had happened that afternoon had haunted her all her life. She had been feeling guilty about it all her life and today, sitting next to Sam, it felt so RIGHT. It was as if this was what she had been waiting for. This person, sitting next to her was the only man who could take away the loneliness from her life. It felt so right when Sam kissed her, felt so right to be sitting next to him on the couch, hand in hand. Both of them were silent for a long time, finally Sam broke the silence.
“I know I should have kept in touch. I should have apologized for what happened that afternoon.”
Laura looked at him. Apologized? She thought. So, even he felt guilty for what had happened that afternoon. Then, why had he yelled back at his mother? Why had he kissed her on the lips today? Why was he still holding her hand when all he wanted to do was ‘apologize’?

... Part Three

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