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By Amanda Keith
It had been a long day. Everyone could feel it. After that marathon broadcast, who wouldn't be exhausted? It ended two days ago, but the effects hadn't worn off quite yet.
Thank God for the weekend, Hilary thought to herself. I know one person who will be sleeping in tomorrow. She grabbed her coat and was about to leave when a voice stopped her.
"Hilary."
She turned around and there stood Jeffrey. "Jeff, I'm too tired to fight, so what is it that you want?"
"C-a, can I share a cab with you?"
Hilary's immediate reaction was no. What harm could it do? Besides, it will save time, I guess. I won't have to stay here and argue with him.
"All right, but that's it. Nothing beyond the cab ride, agreed?" He nodded.
They left together, like in the old days. They went to the elevator and Jeff told the bellboy "Ground Floor please" just like before. But it wasn't. They both were thinking the same thing. It will never be like before again.
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The ride home was awkward at best. It was just too familiar, too soon. The memories of the cab rides home came back to them both, like a flood. The fights, the kisses, the string of other memories that come when looking back. They were silent, but so much was being said between them. They knew this was right, but that it was also wrong. They weren't anything, but two seperate people, no longer joined, sharing a cab on the way home from work. They could just as well have been strangers.
Hilary's house could not have come sooner. She handed the cabby his fare and opened her door. Jeff's hand touched hers. "Let me walk you to the door," he said.
She was too exhausted to care anymore. "Fine," she replied.
They went up the walk together, Hilary in the lead. Out of habit Jeff reached for the house keys, but remembered they weren't there. I don't live here, he thought to himself.
Hilary unlocked the front door. The house was dark and empty. I can at least say goodbye, I guess.
She turned around to face him, and stopped. He never looked that sad. She thought she saw tears in his eyes. This is not happenning tonight. "Goodnight Jeff," she said abruptly.
He grabbed her hand and held it between his. "Goonight, Hilary." He turned and walked back to the cab. Hilary closed and locked the door.
"Back to normal," Hilary said as she went and fixed herself a drink.
The End