Final

         My mind is swirling, eyes pooling with foggy tears. I could feel my cheeks sore red with a burning flush. The air is as heavy as five hundred ton weights, pressing down on my shoulders. The dead silence cuts my skin, but not as deeply as the things you said.
         We could sit here for hours, not exchanging a syllable, and I will never forget the strain in your voice and the guilt that laced it. I will always remember how you mumbled goodbye and avoided my trembling eyes.
         If you wanted to run, you could at least look at me. So I can have the gentle picture of your face branded into my memory, so I will never truly lose you. If you are so sure of running, you could at least have said it with more emphasis. So I won’t have the hope of you kidding or having second thoughts, so you should have met my eyes.
         I didn’t understand a word you just said when you told me didn’t love me. Numb confusion pangs in my brain as I try to process the pain. It stings like a bullet piercing my skull, and it has your name engraved on the side. The journey of us has piled to this moment, but the only thing I will ever remember is your fleeing words.