No one will say goodbye

She closed her eyes.

"It never happened. They don't exist. Yesterday never happened." She repeated softly to herself. "It's gone. The hurt, the pain, it's gone"

She opened her eyes. 

"Anna.." Emma asked tentatively.

She shook her head and rubbed her temples. "What is it, Emma." She sighed.

"You just...you haven't said anything in a while. Are you okay?" 

Anna picked up her mug and sipped the warm coffee. She sipped too quickly and scalded the roof of her mouth. 

"I want you to be okay with this." Emma pleaded, grasping Anna's free hand.

"I am, I just want you to be happy. You're my best friend." Anna admitted.

"Thank you." Emma got up and kissed Anna on the cheek. "I have to go, I have so much to plan."

"Every happiness to you both." Anna whispered. 

Emma left, and Anna finished her coffee. She left a tip for her waiter. Leaving the coffee shop, she wandered aimlessly through the small district. Even after the sun went down, the friendly people left and the too friendly people came, she kept walking. What else was left. They were meant for each other. They were meant to be happy together. What right did she have to ruin that? Even though she had once called him hers, she didn't own him. It was over. The cold breeze cut through her, slicing her in two. The stars weren't kind tonight, they gave her no solace. Anna preferred to look at the ground. It was close, familiar, littered with forgotten treasures. A bottle cap here, a sock, a ticket stub, an old pleather glasses case. She waded through everyone's stories carefully, deliberately sidestepping each one. She was too full of her own plot twist to mingle her history with theirs. She found herself standing in front of a dive bar. Every animal instinct she had warned her not to go inside, but she ignored them. 

It wasn't like in the movies. She didn't get picked up by a cute guy. A familiar old tune reminding her of happier times didn't play. She didn't get into a bar fight. She didn't meet a long lost old friend. Instead, she picked a forlorn stool in the corner to perch on, inconspicuously. She accepted a few scotches from the solemn bartender, who methodically kept wiping the same glass with a white rag. She said goodbye after a couple hours. Anna made the long trek home.

"If I close my eyes, maybe today won't have happened. Maybe it'll disappear. Maybe, maybe I'll get to disappear." She said to herself softly. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, before inserting the key into her front door.

"I can help with that." Was the last thing she heard.

No one even got to say goodbye. Anna would've liked that.

Author's Note

i was a little incoherent when i wrote this

Reviews

[Beck Louise]

I couldn't stop reading this, and the ending is brilliant! I love this

[P.H. Carver]

A pleasure to read, it makes me want to read the sequel!