So, it was decided that the men would draw straws. The one who got the short straw would stay with her; the long straw had to find another mate.
She cried as she held on to those lengths of straw, her hand trembling the whole time. She loved them both.
In her heart, she could not choose between them for her love for both was so great. She would abide by their decision, but she knew in her heart that she’d never be able to “unlove” the one who lost the draw.
Both men stood tall, shoulders back, hands placed at their waists as they waited for her to signal they should choose. *** stepped forward as he had known her first. He slowly pulled the straw from her fist. Because neither had seen the length she had made in preparation for the draw, he could not tell whether he had won or lost.
Upon seeing the straw, the other man’s attitude changed. For a second, his broad shoulders slumped, then he straightened with purpose and went over to her. Before he drew, however, he planted a tender kiss upon her cheek, enabling him to taste the salt of her tears.
He withdrew the lone straw deliberately.