One Shots

I'll never say goodbye

He was leaving. It would be the last time I would ever see my James Dean, the best man I had ever known. Mark Southwood, a dark haired, blue eyed college student that made my heart skip a beat. 

He was in my History class, at the only college that I could afford. He was reserved and he always sat at the back, sometimes glancing around. He was mysterious until he left the classroom and joined his friends. Then his eyes lit up and a lopsided grin broke through the stoick exterior. My heart melted every time. 

Our romance only started late into my third year. I wouldn't say it was fate or destiny that brought us together but there definitely was something that wanted to pull us towards each other. It was purely coincidence that he caught me.
I was in the two storey library, reading one of my favourite books when a brain-dead rugby player decided to play a prank on me. I was sitting in the bay window with the white panels wide open when he placed a ten centimeter spider onto my shoulder. It tickled and the minute I saw it I screamed so loud the poor creature darted off of me. I was so scared, I slipped out of the window. The idiot just looked as I fell to the concrete path below. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the impact when a deep voice filled my ears.

"You know that you're not falling anymore right?" I looked up into his deep blue eyes. He looked up at the window just in time to see the jerk and his friends scramble back into the building. He mumbled something under his breath as he placed me down but my foot skidded on a puddle. He was so fast to catch me that I thought that I was moving in slow motion. The air was biting at my nose it was so cold. Something in that moment just clicked when he smirked, shoved a hand into his jacket pocket and ruffled my mousey brown hair.

"Try not to fall out of windows too often, okay?" he said as he walked away. I just stood there stunned before I chased after him, trying to clear the misunderstanding. Everything changed after that.

We were inseparable, never left each others' sides, the best of friends. We found out many things about each other. He was terrible at kicking a ball, I couldn't sing, we were both horrendous at bowling. It was so amazing having a person that understood me so close.

We started dating a few months later. He asked me out due to a dare at one of his friend's rowdy parties. Honestly, I felt offended at first but I accepted because I might've had a tiny crush on him. He apologised for asking because of a dare but he assured that he had pure feelings for me. I had never been so happy in my life. We went on hundreds of dates, hung out together all of the time and we just loved spending time together.

Every time he hugged me, I felt safe and wanted. His arms were strong and his touch was gentle. I would stay in his embrace for hours on end, either just talking or watching movies. He had calloused hands but they wouldn't fit anyone else better. He was perfect to me, even with his flaws. I loved him.

I'd never known such pain as when he told me that he was leaving, moving away to a town I had never heard of. I told him to wait for me, to wait until the end of the year when I would get my degree and I would go with him. He told me he couldn't, that he needed to leave by the end of the month. He said I would move on when he was gone. I don't think he even believed himself as a stray tear rolled down his cheek with a weak smile. I cried for hours in his arms, whimpering that I could never move on, that I would search for him until we were married and growing old. He laughed softly before saying that I shouldn't, that he didn't want to hold me back. He was leaving and I would never see him again. I was going to be alone again and my heart just couldn't take the pain.

I was eating supper after work one night when my mind wandered back to that afternoon.

I met him outside of his apartment, his belongings already on their way to his new home. My tears would not stop falling. I wished I had a medicine or some type of magic that would stop them. He tried to reassure me that I would be fine, much to my chagrin. I never found out why he left, rumours said it was family matters. He just held me and I never wanted to let go. He took off his hoody and playfully shoved it into my face. He said that it was so that I could have a little piece of him. I wanted all of him to stay by my side. The last thing he did before he got into the car was kiss me. It was not the normal kisses we usually shared but a kiss that cried out how much he didn't want to leave me. It obliterated me into tiny fragments of a broken hearted girl. Fresh tears poured down my cheeks like a rainstorm. He pulled away all too soon in my opinion and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead with an almost inaudible, "I love you". With one last hug, he was in his beat up car and driving away, a hand waving to me until he turned the corner. The last thing I remember was my knees hitting the ground and my cries that echoed through the neighbourhood.

I found out Mark had passed away. He was shot by a jealous cousin who was furious that he had such an opportunity to take over their family business but wanted to come back to me instead. I was devastated.

I realised something that day, something that haunted me for the rest of my life. I would never be able to marry Mark, never be able to have a family with him and die old together. He was gone...forever.

The only time a good-bye is painful, is when you know you'll never say hello again.

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Hey guys
So this made me a little sad. I honestly wanted her to find him in the end but it didn't fit in with my a painful goodbye thing.

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