Gone

    - I'm sorry, but I have to ask you. Are you ok with it?
    - With what?
    - Leaving.
    - Oh... Yes, leaving. I'm fine, I suppose. Why?
    - Well... It's just that it was very hard for me, even though I've been with him just for a while. Two years... I can't even imagine how hard would that be.
    - There's this... this part of me, you know? It keeps screaming for me to stay, screaming that I don't have to go, but I know it's not truth.
    - Did he ask you to stay?
    - No. He only said I could've. He just... felt that things were changing, and the time was ending. And he tried very hard to make it easier for me, most of the time. It's very unfair, don't you think? I mean, they both helped us, giving us a new chance to live, and we leave them, even before we're sure that we're ready for it.
    - We are ready, we surely are. And no, it's not unfair, it's just... life. We can't heal them, because what they have goes far beyond our reach. But we were less damaged, and they knew how to fix it, and they're glad for having done this, we both know.
    - Yet, I don't like this. I wish I could just... stay. But there is no option, it's time.
    - Yes. He's going to be fine, you know? He will miss you, but he knows that you have to go, and that you'll never forget his essence. He knows what he is doing, trust me.
    - It's fucking scary.
    - I know, I'm freaking out too. However, there's a part of me that remains calm, just like if t knew that this is the way things should be.
    - Oh yes, I feel that way too.
    - Really?
    - Yes.
    - We're going to be fine. We just have to... breathe, and be brave.
    - Yes.

    "The train has arrived at Dublin..."

    - Good luck, so. With everything.
    - Thanks. For you too. Goodbye.

(Written in 03/01/2012 - 08:34 p.m.)