We said our goodbyes and embraced each other in our arms.
“See you,” he said, with his rogueish charm.
His hands travelled down my waist, but before they could – I teased away. Please stay.
“See you,” I said back. I felt like crying.
He laughed, of course, like he always did. “Don’t worry. I’ll be back.”
No, he wouldn’t. He was moving overseas.
I waited until he was gone before I let out a deep breath. I inhaled the city scents – oils, smoke, and cars – but not his. His heat disappeared from my skin. I panicked, I forgot how he felt, and my hands were all over me. Tears spilled from my eyes, and I wiped at them, but there was another – and another.
I broke down and in a city alley, in a city alone; I cradled myself like he had me.
I reached into my back pocket, where he had slipped something for me.
In there was a letter – all crumpled and worn. Gingerly, I folded back the creases and opened it with care.
Inside, there was a picture of him and me.
It was an image frozen in time, a reminder of the love that we share.
Explore your Fiction.
And love your Reality.