Tangled Love

"Dylan!" I yell as I see the love of my life being dragged away. I know if I let him go, I'll never see him again. I try to resist and break free from the grip of the men holding me back. It's to no avail. I scream again, "Dylan!" He turns his head and looks at me, giving his charming smile. The smile I fell in love with years ago.

Why did he have to get involved with them? Why couldn't he get a normal job? Why did he decide to join the mafia? He could have just lived with me in our apartment. Tears fill my eyes as I watch him board the boat. I collapse, seeing the boat start to move. I sit on the ground sobbing for what seems like a decade. I wait and wait for him to come back to me, but he never does.

I open my eyes wide and jolt out of bed. my breathing is heavy as I look around my room. It was another dream about that night. I sigh and slowly get out of bed and put my slippers on. I walk to the kitchen and make myself a cup of coffee. I slowly sip it as I mark today on the calendar. "three years, three years since I last saw him," I tell myself. I look over at the picture on the kitchen table. The picture was of the two of us holding each other on a bridge.

I quickly get ready and head out the door to my day job as a barista. Ever since he left, it's as if my life hasn't moved forward. every day I do the same thing, just waiting for him to come back. The plan was for me to become a writer, go to school for it and hopefully publish some books. He was going to become a photographer. I still have all his equipment stashed away somewhere in our apartment. We were supposed to get married and start our family by now.

I slowly open the doors to where I work, get on my apron, and start serving. My coworkers constantly try to cheer me up, it's to the point that there's a challenge going on who can make me smile. "Next," I say, ready to serve the next customer. it's a man with his hood up wearing denim jeans and a black hoodie. "what can I get for you?" I ask. He smiled, "I'll have you." I looked up at him ready to go off, but before I do he take his hood off. "Dylan!" I shout. I climb over the counter into his arms crying. We hold each other for a while not wanting to let go. finally, I have him back and life can move on again. The colors are finally back in the world.