Forever-ness

“Don’t go, Mika. We’ll fight it together, I promise.”

 

Mika grasped his hand tightly, making the veins in his arm bulge but he wouldn’t have broken that grip for anything.

 

“It can’t last. You know that. Anything we do won’t last,” and, under her breath, she added, “not in this world, anyway.”

 

He broke away from her grip and looked directly in her eyes. “What are you saying, Mika?”

 

“When we’re done, when we"die,” the last word escaping as a whisper, “we’ll be together forever.”

 

A long moment passed, then Mika swallowed and continued, “Jonas, a few days, a few years, a few decades, even. None can compare to forever.”

 

“Never,” he whispered, “I’d rather have a few days now with you than having to wait. I don’t want to wait, Mika. Please don’t make me wait.”

 

Mika closed her eyes. “I’m"sorry, Jonas.”

 

She turned away, partly to hide from that pair of honest brown eyes but mostly to hide the tears welling in her eyes. “You said it was my choice. And I choose this. Good-bye, Jonas. I’ll see you again when we’ll have forever to be with each other.”

 

“Mika"“

 

“Good-bye Jonas,” she said, with finality in her tone. She started to walk away.

 

“It’s not a forever-ness of love that you’re giving me,” Jonas whispered, barely loud enough for her to hear, “it’s the forever-ness of loneliness before the love comes.”

 

Mika had no reply to this so she pretended not to hear. She continued to walk on.