The worst thing that could of been said to me was how she said it. She didn't yell it out, nor did she say it with resentment but with a voiceless whisper of someone who was just done.
"I hate you."
She was finally done with me. I had no one to blame but myself, because this was what I aimed for in the beginning. As pure as her heart was and as forgiving as she can be, she had her limits too.
"Then this is goodbye." I turned from her shaking figure. Leaving her was hard, not being able to do what I really wanted was so hard.
They say most confessions happen at night because that's when our emotional state is at its weakest. She stood there in the darkness, cold and alone as I continued without stopping.
Even when I heard her cries and her fading footsteps, I didn't stop. I didn't turn around. I just went and left, even if it was the last thing I wanted to do. It needed to be done.
This was goodbye for good. There was no happy endings for us anyway. Not if I stayed.
Still, at least somewhere in my cold and empty body, I had loved her before. It just wasn't meant to be in this lifetime. So I left.
This was it.
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Bittersweet
Short StoryEven if the situation wasn't so great, was it worth staying or was it better to leave? I don't really know either.
