A Loving Argument
|Photo by Sue Vincent|
"You're too young for me," Claude insisted. "I'm almost twice your age."
"What does age matter when two people love each other?" Roxanne demanded. "Are you sure that our age difference is the only reason you're having second thoughts about us?"
He frowned, his green eyes narrowing behind the sunglasses. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well, you're white and I'm black--"
"If I had a problem with your color, we wouldn't be together." He ran his fingers through his auburn hair. "Frankly, I'm astonished that you would even think so."
"I'm sorry," she apologized, looking very contrite. "Claude, please don't let our age difference come between us."
"I don't want to but you should be with someone your age not someone who has been married before and is now divorced. You have your life ahead of you."
"I don't want to be with anyone but you, Claude. I love you. I thought you loved me too..."
He ripped off the sunglasses and tossed them on the grass before taking her by the shoulders. His eyes were troubled when they met her wide ones. "I love you," he muttered tightly. "I love you so very much."
She put her arms around his waist. "Then, stop finding excuses not to be with me," she cried. "I know you've been through a bad marriage with a woman who didn't deserve you but I'm not at all like her. I love you more than life itself and I know that I can make you happy if you would just let me."
Releasing her shoulders, he cupped her face between his hands. "You win," he said simply before he lowered his head to kiss her. Above them, the sun emerged from behind the clouds and below the river flowed, unabated.
This was written in response to the Thursday Photo Prompt at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo. For more details click here.