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A short story about breaking up, but not wanting to

Submitted: February 18, 2018

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Submitted: February 18, 2018



"Farewell" I say with tears in my eyes. "Farewell"

I stand in front of her

"Goodbye, you mean?" she asks with a faint smile

Her question hurts me. Because I want it to be a goodbye

"No" I say. "No, this is not a goodbye"

I wipe the tears from my eyes. "This is not a goodbye"

She looks at me. I look at her, but look away again immediately. I can't bear the sight

"What do you mean?" she asks

I hear the pain in her voice. The same pain I just saw in her face

"This is not a goodbye" I say again

I swallow my tears

I take a deep breath

"I have to go" I say, quietly

"Where to?" she asks


"Where to?"

"Away. Away from you"

It hurts me to say that

But not as much as it hurts her, I know that for sure

I look up again. Our eyes meet. She has tears in hers

The silver light of the moon is reflected

"What do you mean?" she whispers

"I...I can't tell you"

"Why not?"

"I can't tell you. I can't"

I walk backward, afraid of what is to come

"please tell me" she sais with tears in her eyes

"It can't be told" I tell her

"What do you mean?"

"It can't be told"

"Farewell" I say again

"Farewell. May your fate be in good hands"


I turn around and walk away

It hurts to look back

I do it one time

I see her crying

I continue to walk

I cry too

I leave her

"Farewell" I whisper to myself


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