Still in love with you (Capstone Challenge)

I’d flown thirteen time zones just to see him. I went from Colorado to Calcutta for one simple reason; he had finally asked me. There were so many times I had begged and pleaded to help him, and he always remained stoic and aloof. But the phone rang early on a Sunday morning, and he needed help because he was trapped overseas and had lost all his paperwork and his money. He didn’t know what else to do.

I was a struggling artist, barely selling a painting here and there. Getting the money to fly off to a foreign country had been a struggle. First I pawned my old wedding band, then I pawned my ex husband’s prize guitar, bringing out the shadow side I never even knew I had.

When I saw him standing there, holding that small girl’s wound in what passed for her backyard in the Calcutta night, I was struck down. I came all this way to prove I could see him, could be by him, and never bat an eye. Watching him tenderly wrap the girl’s arm and kiss her forehead I knew that sweet moment would never come, the moment where you sigh, call a friend and tell them it is over for good. Instead I walked over, took his hand, gave the girl a warm smile and accepted the moment in the warm Indian breeze.

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