“I'm moving. I need to get as far away from here as possible. I know things between us
haven't been anywhere near okay lately, but I just wanted to let you know,” His breath caught in
his chest. He didn't think it would ever really happen. He knew it was her dream to get as far
away as possible, to escape her reality… her life. But he didn't think she would ever make it
happen. “I hope you enjoy it there. Maybe you will never want to come back.” He looks down at
his phone, silently scolding himself for showing he cares. “You will have a better life there,” he
tries again, “ it will be better than being here,” he says, but can not help adding, “being near
me.” Her eyes flutter closed, feeling the hurt in his response. But she didn't understand. Just a
few days ago, he was saying he didn't feel anything for her. Though from his reply, it doesn't
seem like that at all. Awkwardly they stare at eachother for a few moments, letting the flow of
history pass between their eyes. Their memories rippling in the air. Their feelings for eachother
bubbling inside of them. “I’m sorry.” She says. She hoped he would say something in response.
She hoped he’d tell her to stay. And now, looking back on the day full of regrets. The day she
left. He wished he had told her he loved her. Wished he had asked her to stay.
