Amelia Beck
Stories (2/0)
Goodbye
“Goodbye,” he said as he stood there watching me intently. He stared deep into my eyes, practically staring into my soul. “Goodbye,” I returned. I watched his eyes for a moment then I broke gaze and moved my focus to the ground. I knew something he didn’t. Our "goodbyes" were different with only one similarity. It was similar in the sense that it was the same word. Our "goodbyes" were different though. He would be here tomorrow. His goodbye was temporary. He had something to live for. He was loved. He would be missed. Me, on the other hand, my "goodbye" would be the last one he would hear me utter. My "goodbye" was, well, mine was forever. I wouldn’t be here tomorrow. I had nothing to live for. Nobody would miss little ol me.
By Amelia Beck6 years ago in Humans