Emma walked down to the vinyl store. It had become a hobby of hers. After work, she’d go home, take a shower and walked down to “Mike’s Vinyls”.
Today she wore the same clothes she did when they first met. She was dancing to a Marvin Gaye’s song when she accidently bumped into Ryan.
“I’m so sorry,” she apologized with a smile taking off the headphones.
“Ah, it’s alright. What you listening to?”
She gives Ryan the headphones and he puts it on.
“Oh cool. I’m gonna let you go ’cause I’m a fan of Marvin Gaye also.”
“Really?” she asked with a wide eyed look.
“Yup” he said nodding his head.
And it took off from there.
It turned out they had so much in common. Same favourite food, same colour, even same movie franchise, Tom and Jerry but couldn’t say that last one out loud.
They went for coffee and jammed at the vinyl store after work. They were always the last to leave. So regular, that Mike would be worried if they showed up a minute late.
It went on for a month and the memories piled up and it became more than just a passion for music.
After a long day and a short time at the store, Ryan walked Emma home and they talked. Getting to Emma’s lawn, they stopped and from nowhere Ryan kissed her and then ran off like a little kid with a big smile. Emma was shocked but happy. She stood still for a moment and went in. She couldn’t fall asleep but she knew she had to.
The next morning came, and she went to work, counting the time till it was over. She rushed to the store right after work. A minute passed and he wasn’t here yet. She waited more and the moon replaced the sun and the stars were out but he didn’t show up.
Mike closing up, comes to meet her.
“What happened to your boyfriend?”
“Uhm, he’s not my boyfriend but I don’t know.”
“Hope he’s alright.”
She walked home with a sulky face. In bed, she tried calling him but his phone was switched off. Everyday she’d go and wait, watching everyone who passed through the door. He never came back.
Today, she wore the same clothes she did as the first and played the same song, hoping he would bump into her or recognize her. Music was the string that pulled them close but now, it was more than that.
And Emma thought to herself, “It can’t just end like this”.
© Chidera Nwosu