The Final Goodbye

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
A man relives his experience with true love.

Submitted: July 29, 2014

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Submitted: July 29, 2014



The Final Goodbye

A kiss and a "goodbye" that's all I got from her as she went out the door. She went out the door, and out of my life. We had everything we could ever want, everything I had ever hoped to get from life, and now she was gone. And I don't really thinking I can continue on anymore. Because without her my life is nothing. She was my everything. And now, she's nothing.

We met at a very young age. At the time it didn't seem young, she was 18 and I was 20. We were both going to the same University. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with my life at that point, I just knew I wanted to do something with engineering. However, from the beginning, she knew what she wanted to do. She was fresh out of highschool, and she had a dream in mind. She had always wanted to, even from a young age, be a medical examiner. Never had she wanted to do anything else, not even at a young age. "I wanna look at dead people!" She would tell her parents, much to their horror. But they were very supportive of her, even helping to pay for most of her college expenses.

One day, while walking to class, I accidently bumped into her. I had been lost in thought about what sort of engineering I wanted to do, but now my mind was in a very different place. I looked at this very beautiful woman I had bumped into. The sight of her short brown hair, deep green eyes, and wonderful smile, despite the fact all of her stuff had just been thrown to the ground was enough to make my heart ache from the beginning.

"Oh my gosh, I'm, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to!" I said apologetically after running into her.

She didn't say anything but she began picking up her stuff, while still smiling. I, of course, bent down to help her recover all of her lost materials that had been flung to the ground. As I handed her the last book from the ground, I made another attempt at an apology,

"Listen, I'm really sorry about that. I honestly didn't mean to bump into you like that. I was just lost in thought."

"Oh, it's okay," She giggled, "I was on the verge of throwing all of my stuff on the ground anyways."

"Why's that?" I inquired with honest curiosity.

"Listen, I really have to get to class, I'm in danger of failing as it is, but here's my number." She tore a small piece of paper out of one of her notebooks, wrote down her number, then handed it to me. "Call me tonight!" She yelled as she sprinted away.

I went to the lecture hall with my head in the clouds. I daydreamed my way through most of the class, it was a review day and I was in good standing in the class anyway. Finally, after what only seemed like a few minutes, class was over. I realized I didn't know what time her classes got over, and that it was only two in the afternoon, so I decided to lounge around in my dorm for a while. I decided eight should be a safe time to call her, so I waited until then.

As eight rolled around, I found myself becoming more and more anxious, much to my dismay. I had never been nervous before calling someone before and I couldn't figure out why that was starting now. Sure, she was incredibly pretty, but that alone shouldn't be enough to twist my stomach in the knot it currently was. I had talked to pretty girls before, after all!

After an antagonizing wait, the clock finally read eight, on the dot, and I decided to give her a call. The phone rang and rang, with me growing more sure she wouldn't answer with each passing ring. Then I heard a voice on the other end,


"Hey, it's me, the guy you bumped into earlier." I said, rather lamely.

"Oh hey!" I could hear the increased excitement in her voice, "How's it going?"

"Pretty good. So I was wondering, what was it that made you want to throw your stuff on the ground?" I asked, my curiosity more intensified by the fact I was about to get my answer.

"Well," She sighed, "A lot of stuff. Hey, I don't have any plans tonight. I was wondering, maybe, you know..." She trailed off rather shyly, leaving me rather confused.

"I know...?"

"Would you like to go out to dinner tonight?" She said, almost inaudibly.

Of course I accepted. She then gave me her address, and told me what time I should pick her up. Now, I was left with the predicament of what this dinner offer meant, and, of course, where we should go. Knowing I was relatively broke, yet still a decent guy, I decided on a small restaurant, somewhat close to campus and her house. She had told me she lived off campus with a friend of her's that lived in the area. I was again stuck with another wait to learn what gave her the urge to throw her belongings on the ground.

Once again, my wait was over and I was ready to leave. I had changed clothes into something nicer than a t-shirt and shorts, and had dabbed on a little cologne. I drove to the place she was living, and rang the doorbell. It took me more than a few seconds to recognize her as she answered the door. She looked absolutely amazing, causing my heart to miss a couple beats. She was wearing a medium length, red dress, along with high heels. She also had on a small amount of makeup. Not enough to cover up the natural beauty of her face, but enough to highlight the best of it. She had also straightened her hair, bringing together her whole look. I was speechless.

"Close your mouth, silly. We'll have plenty of time for open mouths at the restaurant." She teased. I chose not to reply, instead leading her out to my car. I felt slightly embarrassed at the poor condition of my car, both the inside and the outside, as she entered it. But, she seemed not to notice, and I soon stopped worrying about it. Conversation was light, but interesting during the car ride. She told a good number of jokes, some good, some bad. She had a great sense of humor, and from what I could tell, was always very optimistic, in great contrast to my somewhat pessimistic nature. She kept a smile on my face the whole ride to the restaurant.

Upon arriving, she rushed out of the door, to run around the car and open the door for me, much to my surprise. I'll admit, the idea to do the same for her had crossed my mind, but it appeared I needn't have worried about if it would seem "cliche" as she had the same idea. I stepped out of the door, and curtsied, while issuing a polite and feminine "thank you" much to her amusement. We went into the restaurant, a nice Italian place that was family run and relatively simple decor, and were promptly seated. On a Tuesday night, it was understandable that it wasn't too crowded in there.

We accepted the menus provided, and both ordered a water to begin with and began the very boring, but seemingly necessary conversation of what to order. She finally ordered the lasagna, and I ordered the spaghetti. Boring, but very in the nature of the restaurant. As the waiter took our menus, I decided to re ask the question that had been bothering me all day,

"So," I started for the third time, "What made you want to throw your stuff on the ground today?"

So she told me. She was going to school to become a medical examiner, but to do so, you had to basically get the same schooling as those who were training to be doctors. But, as she told me, she had never really had too much of an interest in chemistry, and thus she struggled with it. Somehow, he teacher had found out early on about her lack of interest in his subject, and so he intensified his grading for her. And if she were to fail this class, then she would be set back a year in her schooling. Something she desperately wanted to avoid, as her parents were nice enough to help pay for her school, and she felt like was leaching off of them anyway.

The whole time I was entranced. She had a way of telling stories that would make even the most mundane thing seem interesting. It seemed like only minutes later our food arrived, and yet for the most part the food went untouched. We were too busy trying to forget our problems in one another's lives, and for the moment it was working. Because of her goals, and clear idea of what she wanted to do, I began to forget about my lack of direction in life, and because of my success with all of my classes, she was able to forget about her struggles to get good grades in her's. Hours passed, and the food was slowly eaten. My food was almost cold by the time I bit into it, but I couldn't care less. Because all of my attention was still on this wonderful girl I had found, simply by accident, and not paying attention to where I was going.

It began to get late, and we had to leave the restaurant because it was closing. The drive back to her house was just as interesting as the conversation in the restaurant had been, and for the first time in my life, I really felt a connection with someone. I felt like I had known this girl, Evaline, for much longer than a singular night. As we rolled up to her house, she made a noise that was somewhere between a wistful sigh, and an angry grunt. I found it to be extremely amusing and not a little cute. When I started laughing at it, she smiled at me, then kissed me right on the lips. I was totally unprepared for it, but I got my wits about me and returned the kiss. I didn't ever want that moment to end, and yet, as all good things do, it did. She blushed, and rushed into her house, turning and issuing a small wave goodbye at the threshold of her home.

When I went home, I went to bed almost immediately. Not only had it been a long day, it had also been one filled with emotional turmoil, something I wasn't in the least used to. I rolled around in my bed, thinking about her, imagining a life together, as silly as that sounds. But, at the point, I could see it. With all of my other relationships, I had never felt even remotely close to anything like this, and yet now I was experiencing something totally new to me. Something I dared to even consider close to love. But then the thought struck, 'what if she doesn't feel the same way?'. It was a very reasonable thought, as we had only been out once, and it wasn't even a date. This thought was quickly thrown aside by my emotion filled brain, and I was in a state of bliss as I drifted off to sleep.

Our dinner out spawned the beginning of the most beautiful thing in my life. My relationship with her. Over the course of the year, we would go out to dinner, or just hang out in general, as much as possible. There was seldom a moment apart, and even more seldom a moment she wasn't on my mind. She was just so fascinating in every way, and I never grew tired of her. The positives of each other, helped us forget our own negatives, which isn't something you would find often. After about two months of seeing each other near every day, we decided to make it official. I casually took her out to the Italian restaurant we had been to on our first "date". After we ordered, I took her hands in mine, looked into her eyes, and asked,

"Evaline, would you like to make it official between us?" She shrieked in delight and kissed me across the table, passionately. Our lips locking for several moments, with the passionate exchange of emotions between us. That night, we went back to my dorm and had very intimate sex. It was one of the best experiences of my life, not because of any particular talent on her part, but because of the raw emotions I held for her. She was the thing in my life that made me happy, that made life worth living. At this point, I already couldn't imagine life without her.

Weeks turned into months, and months into years as we spent our lives at the University together. I had decided I wanted to become an electrical engineer, and she still pursued her dreams of being a medical examiner. I finished my schooling before her, but found a job that was located nearby. Because of my work, we had less time together, but we still enjoyed every moment of time together. I remember one moment that held meaning above all others.

We were at our favorite Italian restaurant. We were know there, and it was "our place" in a sense. So while we were talking, she randomly grew quiet for a moment, then looked up at me, straight into my eyes.

"I love you." She said looking at me, wearing the most serious and caring expression I had ever seen on that beautiful face of hers. "I love you more than anyone or anything in life, and I don't ever want you to leave...." She stumbled a little bit here, her voice becoming choked with tears, "I don't know what I'd do without you."

I took her hands, looked back into those glistening eyes of hers, and said those words I had yet to utter to her, but had felt since the beginning, "I love you too. I have since we first met, and I still do. If at all possible, I love you more than when we first met, and I will never leave you." With that we embraced, and I felt happier than I ever had.

Soon, she finished her schooling as well, and we found a house together. I had been living in a small apartment in the meantime. She found a job, and while we had much less time together, we savored every ounce of the time we could spend together. At this point, we decided we should meet families, and her family instantly took a liking to me. My family also very much approved of her.

We were both making fairly decent money at this point, and I quickly saved up enough for a very nice engagement ring. I took her out to our place. We lived about thirty minutes away from it now, but it was worth the drive. And, with my hands shaking more than I can describe, and the nervousness inside being borderline painful, I pulled out the ring, and proposed to her there. I was greeted with another shriek, something the people in the restaurant had become accustomed to, and about a thousand "yes's", maybe more. So we planned the wedding, a small ceremony in a local church, and were married. Now, I was as happy as could be. And so was she. Every moment together was pure heaven.

As time went on, and we both moved up in our jobs, we began to get more time off to spend with each other. At this point, I was 30 and she was 28, our love still as strong as the day we met. With our increasing age, and our financial security, she decided she wanted a baby. I couldn't argue with that, having a child to raise, and toss a football around with, or have tea parties with sounded like the best thing in the world. And so we started trying, and trying, but to no avail. Worried that one or both of us were sterile, we went to the doctor. After some tests, he assured us that both of us were perfectly fine, and that we just needed to keep trying.

So we did, almost every night. As time went on, she began to feel depressed about the lack of success. Then, finally, it happened! An early positive on the test, the little set of two bars that meant more than anything else to my wife finally happened. I was ecstatic. To celebrate, after work, we planned to go out to our place. Our place that we had shared so many memories at, where our lives had began. I got off work earlier than she had, and so I arrived at the restaurant earlier than she did. I texted her, saying "Hope you're as excited as I am. I'll see you soon. Love you!". An hour later, I was still sitting at the restaurant, waiting. I tried calling her, but I got nothing. It wouldn't even ring. I began to become increasingly worried as time went on. Another hour later, I still got nothing back from her. As I began to leave, I saw her dad pulling into the parking lot. He saw me and got out, describing what had happened.

Apparently, she had gotten off work a little later than usual. While she was driving to the restaurant, she went to check her phone. She saw my text, and smiled, but before she had a chance to reply, she was struck with a sudden stroke. All of her motor skills completely shut down, and she rammed into another car, dying instantly. I broke down right there on the sidewalk. My entire life, my potential family, my everything had just been taken from me. The love of my life, the person I had shared every minute of my waking existence with, had just been torn from this world. We went to the hospital so I could see her body for the last time.

When we got there, my family and her's were all crowded around her body, which was covered with a sheet. I went over to it, pulled the sheet back to reveal her face. Just so I could see her face one last time, and kissed her on the forehead, saying "goodbye" before pulling the sheet back up. I remember very little at that point, except tons of tears and condolences of both of our families. I remembered that very morning, when she left. Going out our front door, with a kiss and a "goodbye" never to enter them again. Never to lighten my mood with a joke, or telling me about how we were going to raise our children. Never again would I hear her sweet laugh, or even be able to hold her. Never again was now a part of my life. I was never again going to feel happy like I did when I was around her. And that was not a thought I could stand.

It's now three months later, and I still deal with the never again everyday. I still love her, and I keep expecting her to greet me in the mornings with a smile on her face, even if it was a rough night before at work. I keep expecting her to be there, and yet she never is. I keep expecting... I don't know if I want to keep living, but I can't end it. She wouldn't want that, she would tell me to keep going, to keep my head held high, and to enjoy the rest of my life. But what's to enjoy without her?

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