She lost track of how long she’d been standing there
staring. After all these years, he had
finally left. She should have seen it
coming and maybe some part of her had.
She was still shocked, though, when he packed his bags, tossed the keys
on the table and walked out the door. She
ran after him choking on her words, praying he’d stop. He didn’t speak, didn’t look back. Just walked away. She clutched her chest as the pain stabbed
her heart until she felt numb. The
sadness draped over her like an old, ratty shawl. The tears rolled silently down her cheeks as
she wondered why. Stupid question. They hadn’t been happy for a while but
somehow she thought it would all just work itself out. One day she’d wake up and things would be
like they used to be. Like they should
have been. Like she had hoped they would
be. It hurt so much, the emptiness that
filled her up. Maybe she should have
tried harder to make things work. Maybe
she should have fought harder to make him stay. Maybe…who knows… but now it was simply too
late.
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