You left. You just turned around and walked your drooping shoulders out of my sight. I was watching you from the opening of the door, left wide open behind you.
I felt a pain in the middle of my chest watching you go.
I asked you to leave. As simple as that. And you left. As simple as that.
I thought you would protest. I thought you would be shocked. I thought you would pick a fight.
But you just sighed, turned around, and walked out the door.
I thought you were in love.
The pain in my chest was blocking my throat. I got up; and closed the door.
3 comments:
He got a few feet from the door, stopped to think about what was happening, and turned around to find the door.......
Great story, wondering if there was a second chapter in your head. Romance novelist:)
Thanks for the note! No sequel intended at this point. It was just an overflow of imagination at the time. Are you a novelist?
An active imagination but no novelist. The door seemed very cold like an office door but the story changes if you imagine a castle door.
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