And I left, or did she.

It was the last day. Last day of a week that brought an end and a beginning. End of our few days together before we left. I had 'bout three hours. We sat. We talked. We thought. We stared. We kissed. We were us. And then the door beckoned. I looked at her for the last time. she had a look of urgency and one of stillness. I guess she wanted me to stay. I wanted to stay. But, She had to go. I had to go. I rushed for the door. Twisted the knob. Pulled. Stepped out. Tears. 

What? They weren't supposed to be there. But then like anything was happening the way I wanted it to happen. She stopped me. Hugged me. I knew i could be there forever. We stood still in the hallway. The time stood still. My feet wouldn't move, and the tears won't stop. We looked into each other. No words were spoken. But we had a conversation. I felt detachment. I felt like she was being taken away. I knew I would see her again but still it's going to be a long time.

We held. Hugged. Hoped.

And then the flight of stairs engulfed me.

I never saw her again.

Reviews

[JBoone]

This is very powerful and makes you think. Lots of conflict. You are able to tie it all together quickly. Very well written. Would love to see you expand on it.