And the words hit me hard.
"I promise I'll never bother you again. Goodbye." He'd said.
The words were like tiny bullets which pierced my eyes. And all of a sudden, they started stinging bad.
But that's not what I want. Maybe I wanted to be bothered. The words never left my throat, no matter how hard I willed myself to speak.
He turned around to leave and I was freezed, this can't be the end. As my eyes hurt, something slipped through a tiny pore freshly dug by one of the bullets.
My throat caught itself, my nose turned red and this tiny little drop sprawled across my cheek.
In that moment, a wave of heat and a tinge of cold ran through my spine.
I wanted to run across the room and hug him. I wanted to kiss him like I'd never imagined. I wanted to..
Move.
But instead, I sank in my chair and watched him go.
As he left the room and with that, my life. I watched him. And I bawled. Like a kid. The tears no longer stinging my eyes.
© @vega