Jealous

    The air had the cool bite to it when you knew that it was late fall and winter was around the corner. She stood beside her car staring across the parking lot at the small group of people walking towards the building.
He was with those people. Talking. Laughing. Not thinking about her.
She rarely saw him these days and when she did he was always in the company of others.
She could admit it, she was jealous of those people who get to see him, talk to him and be around him every day. He seemed so happy, so at ease with these people and with her he never seemed to be at ease.
That hurt. It made her feel as if she was defective in some way.
    He disappeared into the building and she let out the breath that she had been holding.
She looked at his truck, parking a mere space away from her car, and she decided that since she would never see him again she would leave him a little message.
Walking over to the truck she noted that it was still quite dirty and she shook her head, with a small nostalgic smile on her lips.
With one fingertip she wrote on his driver door.

I'm jealous of the people who get to see you everyday.

It made her sad to have that be her last words to him but he would not talk to her anymore. So she walked away to start a new in another place.

   He watched her leave the parking lot as he walked towards his truck. He always knew when she was around. He felt her within him like a living flame that burned the frayed ends of his control. That woman was his kryptonite and he had to stay away or lose control. He knew he made the worst decision in walking away from her but he had to for....well for what he thought was the right decision.
As he stepped up to the driver door of his truck he saw the delicate words etched in the dust. A small, sad smile touched his lips and he reached out to trace the words with his finger. Just touching what she had just touched made his finger tingle. That little thought of touching what she had touched sent a hot spike of desire through him and he gritted his teeth.
She was his soul. How did one walk away from their soul? When they feared losing their own.