He looked at me, with those blue eyes. They searched mine for the answers. His hand slid up the wood paneling of the door; one hand on his hip. His expression was helpless.
“Where are you going?”
“It doesn’t matter. You know as well as I do this isn’t working,” a tear wet the soft skin as it fell down my cheek.”
He tried to close the door. I stood there with my palms toward him, “what are we going to do? You don’t want this. I can’t be here anymore. Please let me leave.” My heart thumped against my chest, caught in my throat.
He just looked at me. His face was totally blank. He grasped the bronze handle and pulled it towards him, allowing the sunlight to spill into carpeted hallway.
I picked up my bag, wiped another tear from my face, and looked at him one last time. I stepped toward him, and wrapped my arms around him. At first frozen, he slowly let go of the door and wrapped his arms around me. At 6’2 he towered over me, engulfing me in is embrace. I always felt so tiny around him.
I pressed my head to his chest, listening to his heart beat. Another tear slipped silently away. It cooled my hot cheek.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I let go of him, and stepped away, knowing it was the last time.