There is something strangely satisfying in the way the sun comes up. The inky night sky fades into a dark amethyst, and the deep orange sphere rises from what seems like the depths of the earth and settles on the horizon. Its rays spread out not unlike the tentacles of an octupus, thrusting away the darkness and bringing warmth and light in its place, symbolizing the beginning of a brand new day.
Most people would say that the best part about the sunrise is watching it with the love of your life.
But then, there are people like Jack who aren't that lucky.
The sunrise is in plain view through the diner window that Jack sits in, the rickety table sticky beneath his fingers. It is beautiful, the sunrise - but not as beautiful as Eve.
With a heavy heart Jack recalls her utter beauty; her long, tanned legs that seemed endless, and her smooth, blonde hair in which he found comfort running his fingers through. Her ocean irises that couldn't decide if they wanted to be blue or green always looked like they knew something that no one else did. Her smile - God, that smile could light up the world with its radiance and joy. The sunrise has nothing on Eve.
Jack has no idea what happened as he sits in the diner, the seat vacant opposite him. He's supposed to be with Eve right now, but she left before he even arrived. They had arranged to meet at this diner at six thirty for breakfast to celebrate the anniversary of their year of being together, since Eve loved sunrises more than anything. Jack can't even count how many times he found her on the front porch of the small house they inhabited together, watching with wonder as the sun came up.
She must have arrived before he did, though, so she could leave the note she had obviously written for him at their table before he got here.
He reads over the note again, hoping that if he reads it more than once, he'll find some kind of answer for this.
Jack,
I couldn't bear to tell you this in person - I've never had much courage, you know that.
The truth is, I can't be with you any longer. I've been lost for so long, and I'm still in search for whatever it is I'm looking for. I hope that I'll know when I find it. I thought it was you, Jack, I really did. You brought me so much happiness, and love. But there's still something missing.
I need to move on now, and so should you. I just wanted to thank you for loving me like you did, even though I didn't deserve it.
I love you so much - you know that, don't you, Jack? Even though I can't be with you right now, I do love you.
And then Eve ran out of room on the napkin she'd written on, and continued on one of the diner's blank checks. She'd even numbered the pages for him.
So, I guess it ends here. We'll go our separate ways and hope that we'll see each other somewhere in the future.
I do hope we see each other again someday, my love. I know that one day I'll be so ready to be with you, every day for the rest of our lives - but today isn't that day.
I'm sorry. I hope you understand.
-Eve
He should have known. He really should have known the moment he fell in love with her that she'd leave him eventually. Eve's never been one to stick around long, and Jack shouldn't have let himself get so attached like he did. Because now, he's heartbroken and sad and just really wishes that she was still here, and that they could watch the sunrise together while they ate their breakfast at their favorite diner, and that nothing ever went wrong.
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