The Morning After Freedom

Day #28: Write 500 words about “the morning after”.

An eerie silence had consumed the room. Greg sat in the familiar love seat with his head tilted back slightly. He knew that Emilia was still in the room, but it felt more like a ghost was there; her usual humming and shuffling completely absent. He pursed his lips together and straightened up. He looked over at Emilia, who was sitting on the couch with her hands clasped together as she stared at the coffee table. Greg rubbed the back of his neck.

“Are you ok?” he asked. He could hear the nervousness in his own voice. He kept his eyes focused on Emilia, but realized that he was staring at her hands, avoiding her eyes. He could feel that she had started looking at him and had kept her eyes on his face. He closed his eyes briefly before releasing a sigh and connecting his gaze. They stared at each other for a brief moment before Emilia began to speak.

“It hasn’t been twenty- four hours yet,” she said. Greg tilted his head to the side in confusion. “You could say that it’s the morning after.” Greg felt his face heat up at the insinuation. He coughed to cover up his embarrassment.

“You mean… since I got out of prison?” he asked. Emilia smiled and let out a small laugh.

“Well, what else, silly?” she said, the smile that Greg had become accustomed to had returned. He felt his own smile for on his face. The air of uncertainty had dissipated. Her long curly hair cascaded past her shoulder and down her back. She brushed the hair that had tumbled forward back with the back of her hand.

“I still don’t know what you were thinking when you just ran off without me,” she said.

“Well, to be fair, I didn’t think that they would arrest you,” he said.

“An oversight, for sure,” she said. Greg stood up and stretched.

“It’s rather warm outside,” he said.

“It’s your first day as a free man, where would you like to go?” she asked. He peeked out side to see the bright rays of the sun beaming down. He could feel a combination of the chill of the glass as he pressed his hand against it and the subtle heat that radiated from the sun’s rays.

“Coffee would be nice,” he said. Emilia nodded and got off of the couch. She walked over to the coat rack to pull on a light winter jacket over her thick sweater. Greg followed suit, grabbing his own coat to follow her out of the living room. They walked through the kitchen to get to the garage. She opened a door by the refrigerator to get to her car. Emilia got to the driver’s seat and Greg walked around. Once they both were in the car, the sat quietly for a brief moment.

“I missed you,” Emilia started. Greg looked over at her to see that she had her head tilted towards him. He felt a small smile tug at his lips.

“Me too.”

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