In a papery voice, I watched the words leave your lips one last time.
"Where are you going, baby?" I asked you that at least a thousand times before you turned around.
With a bittersweet and tremulous whisper, all you said was, "Somewhere. Anywhere but here."
In that moment I was the wind and you were the sail, all I did was help push you closer to the storm.
With a gratuitous bellow, I ushered you out the door with shaking hands and sweaty palms.
"GET OUT! I NEVER WANNA SEE YOU AGAIN! " It was a grievous choice that still keeps me awake at night.
As of now, it's hard to contain my heartbreak even in private. It was making a mockery of my helplessness. That awful harrowing feeling slowly melting my insides kept crawling up my throat and into my head, spewing lunch and insults everywhere. The curses stained my bedroom walls and the neighbors ear drums.
I stained my sheets with your help. You stained my soul, and they won't wash out.
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Spiral
Short StoryEmpathetic and apathetic make a pretty grey garden. We were once a perfect match, but all matches burn out.
