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Bittersweet Farewell
I watched as men and women lined up in their black attire mourning on this dark gloomy day at the cemetery near the mountainside.
I saw you for the first time in a while. We were both twenty five now. You were trying your best not to cry. Your girlfriend was holding your hand as you held hers tightly. My chest tightened. It was so painful to watch. I wanted to hold your hand and comfort you. Why not me?
Our eyes met for the first time. It was a spark that hurt more than it felt good. Your eyes were lifeless, but I saw a small spark when you looked my way. You tugged your hand away from your girlfriend and dismissed her so you could have your space. She walked away.
Everyone was gathering inside for a quick lunch. It was just the two of us outside alone as the wind guided our messy hair.
I walked up to you. I stared at your closely. You’ve aged, but you still remained the single most handsome man I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I reached on over to touch your cheek. You didn’t resist as your head laid on my palm.
I thought of the nights we spent. When we kissed, when we held, and when we bonded as one. It flashed like a movie before my very eyes. I looked at you and you looked at me. No words were said, but I found our lips magnetizing towards one another. It felt surreal kissing you again, holding you, loving you. I missed you so much.
“What are you doing?!” A female’s voice woke us back up to reality. It was your girlfriend. She held her hand over her mouth as tears streamed down her face. She turned her heel to run away. You chased after her. You left me again. Love hurts. I know you’re hurting, but so am I. Why is it so unfair?
I stood there feeling stupid. I felt pitiful. I felt just…dead. The wind only blew harder as the minutes rolled by.
I noticed you standing at the farther side of the mountainside. It looked as if you didn’t finish your take of chasing down your girlfriend. You stood at the ledge looking down at it. Your eyes were red and bloodshot. Your face was pale. You didn’t look happy. I wonder if you ever did since our departure.
I watched as you stared down at the ocean. I wanted to run to you, but the bitter taste of you leaving me again was unbearable. Your head turned to me. Our eyes met from a far distance. No expression, but I knew what your eyes were telling me. You were apologetic. You were unhappy. Most of all, you did love me and probably still do. This was a bittersweet farewell.
A tear drip down your face as you mouthed out “sorry.” You then stepped off the mountainside.
My body didn’t budge. Was this real? I knew the reality would hit me soon. Haru, I’m sorry I couldn’t talk you down.
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