Goodbye

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I gently took the flowers out of my bag, happy that they had survived  the  little trip to the motel . Looking at them, I feel the tightness in my chest. I close my eyes, taking a moment to compose myself. I got up throwing my sweater and jacket while looking at my phone. I grab my backpack and the flowers. I took another breath and locked the door behind me.
I looked at the mine or what was left of it feeling a flood of emotions as I placed the two sets of flowers on the ground
" I'm sorry" I whisper, feeling the tears running down my cheeks.
" I'm sorry that you thought the only way to end it was to die in this mine Richy...that I couldn't talk you out of it" I wipe my eyes
" Jake...I. Ahh" the words get caught in my throat and I cover my mouth as I begin to sob
" I wanted to meet you so badly...I wanted to have more awkward conversations...I..." I fell to my knees crying
" why...why did you have to go to the mine!?" I yelled as my body shook, not caring if anyone heard.
I had kept it all together until this moment but seeing the mine and placing the flowers on the ground it all hit me. I cover my face sobbing into my hands.
Knowing this was my final goodbye and knowing that neither Richy or Jake would reply.
I didn't know how long I had been there but the sun was just starting to go down feeling the air becoming cooler. I stand up wiping my eyes looking at the mine one final time
" Goodbye". I whispered as I turned around and headed back towards the motel. As I walked down the path I made sure my face was covered. Still feeling the heaviness of what I just did. I take a shaky breath looking up at the sky. Then I feel like someone's watching me. I look around seeing nothing but the forest hearing nothing but the wind and the bird's chirping . I place my hands over myself protectively and begin to walk down the path knowing full well that I had already taken a chance by coming here. As made it safely into my room I sighed
" Maybe I was just being paranoid" I throw my bag on the bed and head into the bathroom washing the dirt from my hands. Looking into the mirror
" Where do I go from here?" I ask my reflection, scoffing. I splash my face with water and head out. As I step out of the bathroom I freeze as a tall masculine figure stands in the middle of the room .

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