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.