False Impressions

Disclaimer: Some people would know where this story's inspiration come from, but it's nothing near how I felt. No worries.

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Her fingers were strongly clasped, wringing that heirloom handkerchief she held intertwined in the tension of the moment. Her pupils dilated, her mouth tight. She stood at the windowsill, as still as that afternoon air, as quiet as the warm sunlight glowing across the landscape. Those two silhouttes kissing by that pine tree in her yard were oblivious to her watch. No one saw that figure in that baby blue dress standing at the window, no one felt that gaze of jealousy wash over them, consuming every moment of passion they were sharing, crushing it. She scrutinized every inch of the guy, fighting back her tears.

He looked like her fiance.

Anger built up, jealousy rushed through her system, she could no longer breathe regularly. Blinkly profusely, she tried fighting back those tears, those bawls of sorrow. This cannot be possible, she thought. Half of her want to run down and clarify, half of her want to lie down in this room and mope because her heart felt so. The room started spinning, her brain started getting confused. It's only her heart speaking to her now, and any time, she will break that dam and tears will flow free. Happy memories ran through her head like rapids, hitting hard at her agony as every scene flashed before her eyes.

A hard gasp stabbed the air, and she fell, grabbing the windowsill for support before she hit the window pane. All the anxiety vanished into the air. Consciousness got the better of her, and she calmed down. The room stopped spinning and she could hear herself breathing, hear her surroundings. She looked out the window; those two are still at it.

A click was heard, the door creaked open. She turned her tear-streaked face around, and saw her fiance. A wave of relief and reprimanding washed through her every vein and her soul, as she rushed to hug him and sobbed heavily, her corset heaving against his chest.

He said nothing, and just hugged her tight.

His trust and his reassuring hug made her sob harder, made her feel more foolish. That regret and relief overwhelmed her, as both of them stood there hugging and she crying; whilst those two strangers by her yard are still kissing.