The door
As the car door slammed behind her, a tinge of sadness filled the early morning air, but it was not just the air, instead it was the emotional door that John had slammed once and for all all, closing every opportunity of reconciliation. As Sue walked into the house and John's car already out of sight, she reminisced on what went wrong during that night that seemed so surreal with all the smoke and intoxication. She was baffled.
It could be well said that it was a date, perhaps a two - friends - meeting - after - such - a - long - long - time kind of thing, but more accurately, it was a disaster. She remember being picked up at 5, and John had been friendly, but by 11pm, it was a totally different story. The friendliness and warmth has turned into coldness and self - absorption. Had John turned bipolar or whatever that is (the author is not very good with medical cliche)? Had it been Nicholas Smith, George Smith, or even Maddox Smith (all suppotitious, non - existent persons) for that matter, it would have been debatable. But for John Smith, Sue should have expected it.
John Smith, Dr. A man of intelligence. A man that for too much intelligence, he turned arrogant. A man who believes that 25 is the age to bang all the women he could possibly bang. A man who thought he has seen it all, done it all when indeed, it was quite the opposite. A man of folly.
Sue Gordon, only a Miss. An imbecile woman who believed that every human's nature began as good. The more she wanted to put her best, the more it failed; she had it all wrong. It wasn't a show to impress someone. It was about the man she had long sufferingly loved, waited, and devoted much time to prayer. And when at one point when the preacher asked what was the one thing she would ask for, it was about John.
He had it all wrong too; she wanted to become Mrs Smith but it was not in her slightest to become Mrs Dr Smith. He had it wrong. John's silence had broken the feeble heart of Sue's, and he hadn't got any initiative to mend it back. She had loved much, but with all the love she hated even more. The pain that for such a time would not heal, Sue would often find it stitched but for no apparent reason, the wound opened up again. Now the door is shut forever!
