Thursday Threads Week 20

“How long will you be gone?”

The rain taps on my windowsill, an impatient beat. It matches my frantic pulse, with you sitting so close, but I’ve long given up on that.

I shrug. I don’t meet your eyes. “A few months, maybe more. I need to get out of here.”

Thunder rumbles. Nature is answering my haunted thoughts.

He doesn’t love you.

Get out while you still can. 

While my heart is still in tact.

“You don’t have to go.”

I hear you move, but I’m still staring at the rain. I don’t know why you keep me here, a droplet hanging from the glass, waiting, just waiting.

“I can’t stay,” I whisper. “There’s nothing for me here.”

You touch my cheek. The droplet quivers.

“We should fix that.”

And then, I fall.

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