Day 245

Writing exercise

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The winds howled down the street as though the air itself knew what was happening and was not happy about it.

Did that mean the universe, such as it was, was in agreement with me, or with Annie.

My thoughts were swirling in unison with the wind, circling, not settling for a straight line, choosing to pick up leaves and dump them on me.

Did that mean I was wrong?

I had simply reacted as anyone would when they got a telephone call from one of their friends telling them they saw the woman you were supposed to be marrying in a week in a passionate embrace with her ex-boyfriend.

He had dumped her, and she had landed in my arms. Nearly all of my friends said I was a fool, that she would always go back, that the six years of history between them couldn’t be erased in a rebound romance, no matter how much I wanted it.

That was the thing. I had loved her from the first time I’d seen her 10 years ago, but never told her. Not until the big, public, awful breakup.

There’s no fool like an old fool, too good to be true; there was any number of sayings I could use.

Of course, hearing that news sent shock waves through me, and where I should have laughed it off, and had complete confidence in her commitment to me, there was the old demon that lacked self-confidence, that always had doubts I was good enough, that my friends were telling the truth.

And that demon took me to her, confronted her, and, well, now there wasn’t a wedding. No satisfactory explanation, angry words that couldn’t be taken back, and a lesson learned.

I was going home to throw a few possessions into a bag, and I was leaving on the late train to anywhere but Deepwater Falls.

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Sitting on the railway station platform, listening to the wind howling through the trees and shuddering with the cold that was being picked up from the snow-peaked mountains, it was a different type of purgatory.

Because of Annie, I was being forced to leave the place I loved, the place I called home.

I was going to leave anyway, before Annie, but becoming friends with her had changed my life. I kept to myself, and most kids kept their distance, only that jerk of a boyfriend she had before me, and a few of his cohorts preferred to bully people like me and others, because they could.

Now he would be insufferable. A loser before, a mega loser now. Well, I’d be a mega loser in another town. A long, long, long way away from the Falls. Antony could have her and the town. There was not much left after the highway bypassed it. Anyone who was anyone had already gone, and my parents were too old to move on.

Another sharp gust of wind sent a new round of shivers through me. The train was late.

i was the only person other than the station master at the station. When I went to the ticket office and he saw me, he just nodded. “Anywhere but here?”

“I bet it’s not the first time you’ve heard it?”

“No, and not the last. I reckon I’ll be the last and get to turn the lights off. New York or San Francisco?”

I could go either way.

“New York. Then Martha’s Vineyard, but I have to tell my Gran I’m coming first.”

“Pity about the…”

I knew what he meant. The town had been looking forward to something good happening, and everyone was invited to the wedding.

I simply shrugged and walked quickly to the waiting room, a little better protected from the wind than sitting on a bench on the platform.

Now, when I looked up, there was another person, backpack in hand, standing in the doorway.

The last person I expected to see.

Annie.

She looked at me for a moment, then sat on the other side of the room, about ten feet away.

Five minutes of utter silence reigned until she spoke first. “I’m sorry, Eddie. Very, very sorry.”

It was a bit late for apologies, if it was an apology. To be honest, I didn’t know what to think. But somewhere in amongst the condemnation of her behaviour, and my lack of trust, and having the time for the temper to cool, there was this small crack in the brick wall I was building, and through it I could see a girl who was confused, unable to firmly commit to one thing or another.

Anton was poison personified, and he had infected her. Time away from Anton had almost cured her, but his move on her a week or more, perhaps before the wedding, had the intended effect. If he couldn’t have her, no one could, much less me.

It had been a calculated move, preying on her vulnerability when her emotions would be all over the place, and he had succeeded.

Of course, the feelings in me were still running high. “Why are you here?” The tone was hardly conciliatory, but she didn’t seem to notice.

“I can’t stay here either. Everyone has turned against me.”

“Why? Your family is the town; they wouldn’t dare.”

More important than Antony’s surprisingly, considering how they big-noted themselves. It was why Annie and Antony were always expected to get together. It was why I never stood a chance. We had not lived in the town since it was created, way back when the indians camped by the river and hunted buffalo.

“Apparently, I ruined the only good thing to happen to me. My parents disowned me, told me I’d humiliated them. You too, they said. The one person who loved me for me, not because I am a Huckerby. And they’re right, Eddie. I let Antony get to me, and I ruined everything.”

The break in her voice told me she was on the very edge of breaking down, and then a few seconds later, I could hear her sobbing quietly, trying to hide it from me.

It didn’t mean she was contrite or sorry, only that she had let her parents down.

The train was coming, its horn piercing the night air, as it warned traffic that it was approaching a level crossing, about a mile from the station.

I stood. Time to go out.

“I was going to marry you, Eddie. What happened shouldn’t have. I was over him, finally, but I was out with friends who I thought were friends, and they invited him, just for a lark. And all those pre-wedding jitters, I had too much to drink and … and … that’s not even an excuse.”

The train was at the end of the platform, slowing to a stop.

“I don’t know what to say, Annie.”

“Let me come with you?”

“You’re really leaving?”

OK. I thought she had simply come down to try and talk me out of leaving. I never thought or believed for a moment she would go. She could have the pick of any man she wanted in the Falls or anywhere.

“Well, I can’t stay here. And you are the only one I know who cares about me, even though at the moment you must hate me more than anything.”

“You risked everything on the chance I still cared?”

“I know you do. I know you’ve loved me forever. I was too stupid or too wrapped up in my own little world to notice, not until Antony dumped me, and you were there to pick up the pieces.”

The train stopped, and I could see the station master come out of his office.

He watched Annie and me walk to the end of the carriage.

“I don’t deserve another chance, but if there’s just a small part of you that still has feelings for me, or wants to give me one last chance…”

She stood there, tears running freely down her cheeks, the look on her face the most beautiful I had ever seen, and it melted my heart right there. I had hoped she would come; it would be a sign, but I was not going to make it easy for her.

I held out my hand.

“I’m going to Grans. You know she hates you, so if your willing to brave her, then please, come with me.”

She smiled.

“You are not going to let me off easily, are you?”

“Did you think I would?”

“No, and I deserve it. But like you, I know that one day she will love me as much as you do.”

Just above the wind, I heard the station master yell out, “Get on the blasted train before I freeze to death,” and then blow the whistle.

We didn’t need to be asked twice.

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©  Charles Heath  2025