Please, please don't let me mean the world to you.
She moved quickly, stuffing clothes and random objects into her already bulging duffle bag. One glance at the clock hanging over what used to be their bed made the woman rush even more. She spun away from the bed and shot across the room towards the small restroom, avoiding the intimate pictures of her and a blonde man on the bedroom walls.
She moved across the white tiled floor silently, stopping just before the porcelain toilet top. The woman reached around the toilet top and wrapped her hands around a bulky, yellow envelope cleverly hidden behind the toilet.
Stuffing the envelope inside her baggy, dark shirt the woman moved back into the room to grab her duffle bag. Hoisting the heavy bag over her shoulder, she stumbled towards the bedroom door, her movements slowed by the bag weighing her down.
If I mean that much to you then I have the ability to let you down.
She hobbled precariously down the stairs, her steps awkward because of the added weight of the bag. Once she reached the bottom step, she dragged the duffle bag across the linoleum flooring towards the front door.
She cast an anxious glance around her as she reached the front door, memorizing every small feature the room had to offer: the egg shell walls decorated with hand prints of various colors and sizes, the pictures hanging haphazardly from the walls in all kinds of fashion with images ranging from goofy to intimate, and the all too familiar furniture that's insides were spilling out across the linoleum floor.
She forced her gaze away from the objects that held many memories, steeling herself from allowing the regretful tears to fall. She had said her goodbyes long ago, it was time to go.
Just as she reached for the door it swung open to reveal a tall, smiling blonde. His capturing blue eyes made the girl catch her breath as they took in the duffle bag clasped in her hand, slowly registering what it all meant. When those same captive eyes turned their questioning gaze upon her she quickly looked away, too ashamed to admit what they both already knew.
Trust me,
Doing her best not to meet the man's eyes, the woman side stepped around him and walked out into the muggy night. She firmly held her gaze level with the ground, afraid that if she didn't concentrate on her rigid steps she'd break and go rushing back into his arms, the arms she knew were safe and full of love.
Biting her tongue so as to snap herself from her daydream, the woman continued on her way down the street, without so much as a backwards glance at the heartbroken male she left behind…..
And he watched her, his eyes full of hurt and questioning. His body screamed for him to run after her, to convince her that she was safe, that no harm would come to her while he was still around, but he knew all too well that if she didn't want to be found then it would be impossible to find her. So he turned away from the woman he had come to love over the past weeks, grinding his teeth so the tears wouldn't spill over, and closed his front door to be alone with the silence…..
It managed to slip in just as he firmly closed the door, wiggling its way in-between the cracks in his door. Two small, whispered words from an all too familiar feminine voice that managed to put a small smile on his face despite the pain in his heart; two small, whispered words that gave him the smallest of hopes: "I'm sorry."
And just like that he fell all over again.
I always let people down.