I hadn't been doing anything out of the ordinary, but what happened that day was definetly out of the ordinary. I was simply sitting at my kitchen table looking out the window at the busy morning street, when all of a sudden, everything stopped. Just like that, everything was frozen in its place. Everything - except me.
At first I panicked, the steady stream of worried thoughts interupting my unsettled feelings about the heart-wrenching break-up that had taken place between my boyfriend and I the night before. After a few moments, I stopped too, although, I was still able to move if I wished. An idea began to take shape in my mind. I ran to the front door, pulled on my jacket, and began walking down the street to my... ex-boyfriend's house.
It was odd to see people on the street frozen in one place. I passed a mother with her hand stretched out infront of her as if to grab her young boy's arm to keep him from stepping onto the busy street. Young girls playing jump rope were frozen in mid-jump, and the birds were suspended in the air, motionless.
Once I reached the house, I stepped inside and walked to the place where he was sitting. I noticed that he was holding something in his strong hands. Mainly out of curiousity, I reach for the object in his hand. As soon as I looked at it, I knew exactly what it was. It was the locket that he had given me only three weeks before. I had thrust it at him in a surge of heated emotions in the middle of our break-up the night before. Slowly, I realized that hot tears were streaming down my face - burning into my cheeks. I moved closer to him and leaned my head on his chest. His body was warm and he was still breathing. It was as though he had fallen asleep. "I love you," I whispered in his ear. "Please come back. I love you." But even as I said the words, I realized that he couldn't hear me. My time with him was up.