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Her Safe Haven (Part II)

Read Part 1 here //

She had awoken to the sound of pots and pans clashing together; the smell of rosemary filled her nostrils. She glanced around the empty bedroom that glowed orange from the setting sun outside the window. She cupped her head in her hands, feeling disappointed that she wasted away another day by using sleep as a numbing pain medicine.

Slowly, she headed for the kitchen, without even glancing at herself in the mirror as she passed by.

“Good evening, sleepy,” Drew muttered over the sizzling sound of chicken frying in the pan. “Are you hungry?”

She didn’t have much of an appetite, but she nodded anyway. She made her way to the island in the kitchen and sat patiently across from Drew, the man who recycled her heart more times than the collection of water bottles overflowing the waste basket outside. Maybe her eyes were just still heavy from mental exhaustion, but the tears still burned inside her eyelids each second that she stared into his eyes… his perfect, almond-shaped chocolate brown eyes….. the eyes that could read hers as easy as if they were his favorite poem.

The look in his eyes took her imagination back to the first evening they spent lying in the sand together at her safe haven – the rocky coastal shoreline a mile from their new home. His laugh echoed in her head, causing her to shudder at its intensity. She remembered his velvety voice whisper his affection for her in her ear and the tightness of his embrace. This is my safe haven, she told him. You are my safe haven.

She didn’t feel safe anymore.

“What’s going on?” Drew asked as he slapped a piece of rosemary chicken over a bed of asparagus on the plate in front of her.

“Just lost in thought,” she admitted.

He bent down to kiss the top of her head gently; he could see how fragile she was, as if the impact of his lips would send her crumbling into human ashes on the floor at this feet.

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, preparing herself for the conversation she’d put off far too long. It was time for her to invent a new safe haven… one without Drew.


Words by Kristina S. // Photography by Juliette Bélanger.

© 2015 Reef Magazine.

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