All Things Matter.

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March 15th, Province Of Chieti, 1988

During breakfast, it was all silent. I ate nothing. Craig just kept on looking at me knowing what he has done affected me a lot. I hated it really, I felt bad but I can't change it.

"Craig...You will go to the train station where they will take you to the airport. I think it's time..." Michael says. Craig and Michael stand up. He picks up his baggage and went to the car.

"I'll send you now. You can sit in the front." Michael orders. Craig nods and sits in the passenger seat. Michael turns to me.

"You can come if you'd like, sweetheart?" Michael says. I nod, I didn't know why. This came from my heart and now I came and sat at the back.

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As we all three drove to the longest stretch towards the train station. I noticed Craig didn't pull out a ciggie to smoke he just sat there. Like an obedient little boy, he was.

It was a quiet ride, I didn't mind. I just watched the green fields and the sun shining.

"Here," Michael says departing. Craig sighed and he gets out of the class on the drop-off. I forced myself to get out. Craig shows him his ticket the vendor nods and lets him pass. He lets me pass too.

As the train was stopping by. He drops his bags and turns to me.

I gave him a sad smile. He walks closer to me but not in a close ratio. Everything moves so quickly. Why can't it just be the day where I accepted the deal of letting him go. I wanted him to stay but my heart says otherwise.

"I have to go." He says. I nod. I brought my arms his neck and brought him into my embrace. He sighs and letting his tears fall on my head. He rubs my head and kisses it.

Our final kiss before letting go.

He placed on true kiss on my forehead but how could you even identify what's right and wrong?

He lets go and I see his last tear fall down on his cheek. He looked so sad like he didn't want to go. I blew him a kiss as the train blew the whistle.

"(All Aboard!)" Someone shouts. I moved back as the man climbs in the train, I kept my gaze up to him. he smiles sadly too and gave me one final wave. He knew he made his mistake. Now, this is what he gets. But I still love him.

He pushes past my gaze and he leaves so quickly. I walked up slowly to catch up with the pace of the train but eventually, he leaves. I wiped off the last tear on my face and watched him go. I didn't want him to go, but it's for the best I guess.

Maybe all things matter. 

Until we meet again...Craig.