She loved storms and this was a beautiful one in her eyes. The sky was dark, so dark almost as dark as if it were night. The brilliant flashes of lightning shattered the sky every few minutes and the thrashing rain pelted the windows as if they were going to break it at any second, an invader into her house, yet not so much. Yes, this was a beautiful storm for sure. Karri was hoping this one would last for a good long while so she could use it as an excuse not to meet him. She really didn’t have any good reason not to meet Claude, other than she agreed to, one last time.
She continued getting herself ready. She put on the short, lavender dress. The one that went with her auburn hair so well. People always gave her compliments and told her it brought out the color of her eyes when she wore it. “What did they know?” she thought. She was in the mood to tell him off. How dare he call her after not even calling her for over a week. She had texted him everyday to see if everything was alright. She hadn’t heard one word. She was done. She would tell him it was over. Karri wasn’t someone who put up with excuses. She had done it before, but that was the old Karri.
Claude had gone to Syracuse to see his ailing mother, or so he said. Why would he not text back, unless he chose not to. Well, Karri had decided after the 3rd or 4th day that it was really quite simple. Claude was seeing an old girlfriend. She knew who it was. It had to be that one. The one who broke his heart years ago. Cheryl or Carol. Whatever her name was. It really didn’t matter. Whatever the excuse was, Karri wasn’t going to hear it. Not this time. She really didn’t care what he said. All she could think was, “Oh no, not again.” It was like that with her in relationships. This one was just like Ricky.
Ricky had been her previous boyfriend, but he cheated on her several times. When she found out, she broke it off and never looked back. But she really thought Claude was different. Claude was sophisticated. He was more complex than Ricky. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe something more happened at home in Syracuse. Maybe his mom was seriously sick. Ricky was carefree and in a band. He was no businessman like Claude. Claude usually called every day. She started to rethink things. Maybe she was wrong about him. He was a good man. She really had no reason to believe that he had done anything wrong.
When the phone rang, her heart stopped. She picked it up slowly. “Hello?”
“Hi, Babe.” Claude sounded soft and rather sensual. He did melt her heart when he spoke in that deep, soft voice.
“Hi!” Karri could hear herself sounding a little more excitable than she meant to. “How are you? When did you get back? Are you okay? I haven’t heard from you in a week. I’ve been so worried.”
“Babe, my mom…” he trailed away. “She.. she’s dead. She had a massive stroke and there was nothing that they could do.” She heard the anguish in his voice. She knew she had been wrong, but felt so bad in how she had been so quick to judge.
“Oh my God! Honey, I’m so, so sorry. Is there anything…” Now it was her voice trailing off. “Are you even back from Syracuse?”
“Babe, I need you. I’m back, but I just came back to get a few things. I have to fly out tomorrow again for the funeral and to get mom’s affairs in order. It’s going to take some time. I wanted to know… Well, I wanted to know if you would come with me. She would have loved you. Like I do. I just wish she could have met you.”
Karri sat down at her kitchen table trying to keep her emotions from getting the best of her. She took a deep breath. Her heart was doing a happy dance because she did really love Claude. She hadn’t really realized it until this moment. They had been seeing each other for 5 months and yet, she had such a difficult time embracing love and being in love much less the man of her dreams declaring his love for her. Yet, he just did. Was it the fact that his mother just died or that he truly did love her? What should she say?
“Karri? Are you still there?”
“Yes, Claude, I’m here. I’m just a bit overwhelmed. You’ve just told me your mom died and that you love me in the same breath. I, I…”
“It’s okay, Karri. If this is too soon, or too much, I understand.”
“No, Claude, I do love you. I love you so much! I want to be with you and I just feel guilty for thinking you were ignoring me over the last week. I just thought maybe you didn’t want me, or maybe you had found someone else. Now, I find out it’s all this. Are you sure you want me?”
“Yes, Babe, I want you for the rest of my life. When mom died, I realized that I love you more than I love the air that I breathe. If I don’t have you by my side, I have no purpose.”
“When can I see you?”
“I’m right outside your door, Karri. Open the door.”
As she opened the door, she found Claude on one knee, red roses in one hand, 1 carat diamond ring in the other. On his shirt, a sign saying “will you spend the rest of your life with me?”
“Yes, Yes! Oh my darling man, yes.”
This has been a fictional story created for The Blog Propellant which is awesomeness at it’s best! My number that I have chosen at random is 27! I chose to use all 3 prompts, because it’s so much fun! I hope you enjoy this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it. It took me about 25 minutes to write. The hardest part was finding a picture to go with it!