It's time. You've dreaded this day for the past four months, You've had time to process what Itll feel like after she gets on that train and leaves but something just makes you think you haven't prepared yourself enough for this.
You thought you'd be smart and end things before she left so you both could get used to not having each other around before it becomes a reality. She texted you non stop the first week after you broke things off with her but you didn't answer, you thought she'd be happier sooner or later and it'd be better for her to start fresh in her soon to be new town.
You hate her parents for this, you hate that they could so easily pack everything up and leave. You hate that they didn't think of you, thinking about them makes your blood boil. They took away your life partner, the one thing that kept you going. Your girl.
You had to stop yourself from texting and calling her so many times that you ended up deleting her number. Somehow that number would find its way back onto your fingers and into ur phone so you ended up blocking it. You've cried so much these past four months that you don't think you're capable of crying again. You've missed her so damn much it hurts to breathe sometimes.
You've become so irritated and angry towards your family. You've snapped at your little sister too many times and it makes you sick thinking about it. She didn't do anything to you..so why take it out on her?
You packed up everything that reminded you of her and put it in the attic; pictures, drawings, music notes, books, her shirts, your shirts and even your guitar. You've been playing that guitar for 2 years, she gave it to you for your 15th birthday and now you can't even look at it without wanting to cry or smash it.
Her train leaves in 20 minutes. You sit on your bed for 15 of those 20 minutes, crying. You have to see her. You can't just let her disappear so you grab your keys and race to your car.
You're pushing for time but as soon as you get to the station you jump out and run to where you knew she'd be. You see her standing there with her arms wrapped around her and a sad face.
You start to wonder if she's gotten over you already...what if you ruin that by saying goodbye again. You start to rethink everything and slowly back away in the opposite direction with tears rolling down your face.
You turn around and go back to your car, you ended things months ago..you cant just ruin that. She'll be okay. She's strong.
