Someone else’s arms

14179897258_575aebd10f_oSomeone Else’ Arms
by Minna Von Walden

Today was the day. The day he knew was coming. He watched as she walked in the building, he smile so happy. He knew she was happy, but he was far from any version of happy that had ever existed. He was desperately bleeding from the inside out. His heart, a painful mound of bloody beats.

When she noticed him across the room, his eyes fell to the floor. He couldn’t look at her, not like this, not now.

Her arm in the arm of another. Held close, as lovers do. That arm belonging to the man that put the smile on her face. The arm that quite obviously held her at night and pulled her close when they kissed. The arm that wasn’t his, not anymore.