Songs & Fire [Brett and Casey]

Too Good at Goodbyes- #27

(66) Challenge: Day 27 - 12/27/19

Song: Too Good at Goodbyes by Sam Smith (Davina Michelle's Version - Listen if you haven't!)

Author's Note: Some of you may not like this, lol, but this could potentially be one of the prompts I do a second chapter on.

You must think that I'm stupid

You must think that I'm a fool

You must think that I'm new to this

But I have seen this all before

I'm never gonna let you close to me

Even though you mean the most to me

'Cause every time I open up, it hurts

So I'm never gonna get too close to you

Even when I mean the most to you

In case you go and leave me in the dirt

Brett sat on the bed and stared at her open suitcase that she needed to finish packing.

'I have to do this. I don't do this now, then I never will. I doing something good whether he believes it or not.'

Brett sat there for a few more minutes before she took all of the strength she could muster, got off the bed, walked over their shared dresser and started emptying her drawers.

'I can do this. I am doing this.' Thought Brett as she moved to the closet and started moving dresses over to her second suitcase already laid out and open on the bed.

But every time you hurt me, the less that I cry

And every time you leave me, the quicker these tears dry

And every time you walk out, the less I love you

Baby, we don't stand a chance, it's sad but it's true

I'm way too good at goodbyes

(I'm way too good at goodbyes)

I'm way too good at goodbyes

(I'm way too good at goodbyes)

I know you're thinking I'm heartless

I know you're thinking I'm cold

I'm just protecting my innocence

I'm just protecting my soul

Brett and Casey started dating almost immediately after she came back from Fowlerton. They were so happy. It's hard to think that something like this could really tear them apart.

Brett was zipping up her last suitcase when she heard the front door unlock and open.

"Hey, Babe you here? Foster said you had to leave a little early today."

Brett sat on the edge of their bed and sent a quick prayer to God that this wouldn't be as hard as she thought it would.

"Brett," Yelled an impatient Casey as she began searching every room of the house trying to find her.

"I'm in the bedroom."

Right after she yelled that Brett heard two heavy booted feet run down the hallway.

"Hey, why'd you leave shift early, Foster said..." Casey stopped when he saw the two suitcases sat side-by-side by the bedroom door.

"Why are your suitcases out? Are you going somewhere?"

Brett took a deep breath before she began, "Casey, you and I need to talk."

"Brett, what's going on? Is something wrong?"

"I...I saw them, Casey."

Casey looked at Brett like she had three heads, "Saw what, Brett?"

"The texts she sent you about me."

Casey immediately tried to come and hold Brett, but she quickly stepped out of his reach, "Brett, you have to know that none of those mean anything. Gabby's just been going through a hard time right now"

Brett let out a sob as she tried to power through, "Casey, Gabby said that I've been targeting you since the day I met you and that I'm only after men that have money...and you're defending her?"

"Brett, I..."

"No," Interrupted Brett, "Casey, I'm done. I know that you'll always be in love with her, and I can't be anyone's number two."

"Brett," Whispered Casey as his heart started to physically ache.

Brett didn't give him a second glance, she just grabbed both of her suitcases and walked out of the bedroom and right through the front door.

"Bye, Casey."

'Cause every time you hurt me, the less that I cry

And every time you leave me, the quicker these tears dry

And every time you walk out, the less I love you

Baby, we don't stand a chance, it's sad but it's true

I'm way too good at goodbyes