She was half rushing to catch the train on the platform. Her bags packed and loaded on the baggage. Her goodbyes to people already said. There was no looking back now, until she boarded the train leaving me standing on the platform, leaving me my last final words to her.
“You know you didn’t hug me goodbye.”
Her face twisted in uncertain realization as the doors closed. What came after, I didn’t stay to see. I turned around and walked away. Half regretting, half hating the events that have unfolded. My self loathing peaked as the train pulled away from the station, taking with it a friend I never wanted to part with.
For the first time in a while, I couldn’t be the person I’ve always made myself be. I couldn’t be the smooth talking charmer that people always relied on for comfort. For the first time in a while, I felt like I was back in high school, hating the world for things out of my control. For the first time, farewells would be different. For the first time, I could not shed a tear.
For the first time, the last words I uttered would be the worst thing never be said again.