Lucrecia's Legacy

Farewell

I laid awake that night, and many nights thereafter, thinking of what she had said.
I ached from every fiber that I was, as though someone were sawing through me.
That night I cried, for the first time in too many years, yet the tears brought no relief, only a migraine that pounded in my head.
Finally I gave in and went to her, though I desperately wanted to flee.
She too had had sleepless nights, as she looked haggard and puffy around the eyes.
She gave me a hopeful look as I began to speak, but soon her eyes clouded and her lips twisted down as I tore both of us open, a wound that I could feel tear.
She looked away as I finished, already her shoulders set, and I knew this was in place of any good-byes.
I stood to go, but she took one of my hands, whispering that she loved me and I broke down and cried, wishing I could believe, to push passed my fear.
She got up and kissed me, a long passionate link between us that I could almost feel signal our break.
She asked me if our moments together meant nothing and I replied that she knew what they meant to me.
She said nothing for a long time, only staring into my eyes, then she nodded and simply said yes, and I wished I could say something to heal her, if for nothing more than her sake.
She watched me go, then closed the door, and I walked away, unshed tears making it hard to see...