Chapter Seven: Goodbye

(i.)

I remember crying myself

To sleep that night.

I didn't know what to think

Of it. I didn't even know where

You were going,

Far, or near.

　　　　　

I didn't want to talk to you

Anymore, not because I was angry,

But because I thought it would

Hurt less if we spent less time

Together.

　　　　　

But you didn't think the same

I opened my curtains and

There to my surprise was

A post-it note:

　　　　　

I know you're mad and don't want

To see me, but I'm leaving

This afternoon, and I want to see you

Before I leave.. I'll be waiting.

　　　　　

I looked towards your window.

Your curtains were open.

Your curtains we're never open.

Seeing them open only made it

More official.

　　　　　

(ii.)

I was contemplating on wether

I wanted to see you or not.

A proper goodbye would be nice.

　　　　　

But I didn't want to see you,

Because I knew all I would do

Was cry, and I didn't want you

To see me, as a mess.

　　　　　

I wanted you to leave,

Remembering

Me as the strong, proud girl.

Not the vulnerable, weak one I am now.

　　　　　

I looked outside, and I saw the

Movers pick up what looked like

The last of your boxes.

This was my last chance.

　　　　　

I wanted to run outside,

Into your arms, but my feet

Wouldn't move.

The moving van started to pull

Out of your driveway.

I was too late.

　　　　　

(iii.)

When I couldn't see the

Moving van anymore,

I ran outside, to your front door.

I wasn't sure if the door would be

Open, the curiosity got the best of me.

　　　　　

The door made a creaky sound as

I opened it.

Your house was empty,

Except for the few boxes that sat

On the floor.

　　　　　

There were still boxes, which meant

That you were still coming back.

I stood in your hallway for a long time.

　　　　　

Finally, I started to walk around your house.

I stopped at the door

Of which I thought

Was your bedroom.

　　　　　

I looked around.

Your walls looked bare,

I could see the faint silhouettes, where

By the looks of it, your posters once were.

　　　　　

I touched your walls,

And tears flooded from my eyes.

I wiped the tears away angrily,

And ran back to my house.

　　　　　

(vi.)

Knowing that you would be back

For them, I took a pencil and

Scribbled a note at the back of

The last post-it you gave me:

　　　　　

Eric,

I'll miss you, more than you will

Ever know. I love you.

　　　　　

I ran back to your house,

And stuck the post-it note on

Your front door.

I walked back home.　　　　　

(v.)

Sometime later,

My mother told me someone

Was outside.

My heart skipped a beat.

I knew it was you.

　　　　　

I told her I didn't want to

See you, and she told me that

You looked distressed,

Like there was something you needed

To tell me.

　　　　　

I hid under my covers.

After some moments,

I got out and opened my curtains.

Your car wasn't there anymore.

　　　　　

I was stupid for hoping

It would still be there.

Then I saw it.

The last ever post-it note

From you:

　　　　　

Indigo,

I guess this is goodbye.

　　　　　

That was it.

No, "I'll miss you too"

Or, "I love you"

Just a simple goodbye.