You told me about your past, thinking your future was me.
he said that he hates her,
but realizes he never can.
he thought he wanted to hurt her.
he realizes he never can.
but there should be a reason why she left?
there should be a reason her eyes were wet that day.
there should be a reason why she's gone.
he picks up his phone,
dials her number...
one last time.
he tells himself.
but maybe,
it won't be enough
to heal the wounds
he had dig too deep into her.
he puts his phone down.
he puts on his coat.
he gets out of the door,
i'll ask her myself.
she won't do this to me,
there has to be a reason for this.
with numb hands and shaking legs,
he finds himself at her door.
not even sure himself,
what he was there for.
YOU ARE READING
gone
Short Story*and, she left. but just because she did, doesn't mean she wanted to.*
