Zenobia

     Zenobia walks out the door with her dog Sarge leading her down their usual route. As they come to an intersection the Siberian Husky pulled her in a different direction. At first she resists, trying to get the dog back on their normal path, but then she obliges following the dog down a woodsy side street. She admires the overgrown foliage and the cottage style houses. Not quite her style, but still charming nonetheless. As they near the end of the road she notices that it's a dead end, and they'll have to go back the way they came. As she turns around she catches a glimpse of her ex fiance, Langston, in the window. He's standing in the kitchen smiling and cooking dinner for himself. He dances around the kitchen as he cooks singing to himself and spicing whatever it was that he was making. Langston was always a better cook than her, he's learned from his late grandmother and boy was she a good teacher. Watching him like that, so carefree, made her think of the first time they'd made brownies together. She'd mostly just watched him cook until she stuck her finger in the batter and smeared it across his cheek. She giggled looking at him shyly as he fake glared at her before picking up the spatula and dabbing it on her nose. They'd both laughed and then had a food fight with the rest of the batter, so none of it actually even made it into the oven. When she stopped day dreaming Zenobia realized another person had joined him in the window. A beautiful woman walked up to him and he wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on top of her head. Zenobia suddenly felt like she was choking on her own air. Hot tears streamed down her face as she turned to rush away and Sarge started barking and growling at the window. He wasn't supposed to be with anyone else, that was supposed to be her in the window with him-he'd promised. Did promises not mean anything anymore? I promise I'll never hurt you.. I promise you're not going anywhere and neither am I..