Forgiveness

Jonny sat across the table from me, sipping his coffee. He was dissatisfied with it added more sugar. He had been silent since last night. After our fight, our first fight. He put down the coffee cup without saying a word. He lit his cigarette, though he promised he would stop smoking for me. Jonny knew I hated it, but right now it didn’t matter. Things weren’t going to be fixed. He blew smoke rings with his cigarette; I coughed in disgust from all the smoke. Jonny placed the cigarette in the ashtray and put it out. Without looking at me he stood, he was silent. He placed his typical green hat upon his head and his raincoat because it was raining. I watched as he left our apartment and walked into the veil of rain. He wasn’t coming back. He hadn’t looked at me. He hadn’t spoken to me, since that night. One more time I glanced up. Then I placed my head in my hands and cried.