This is a shortie. And angsty with a touch of bitter. I'm not sure what it should be called officially, though it is exactly 100 words and should therefore be classed, I guess, as a drabble. As there will likely be more to follow - if I continue in this mood- maybe we should wait for the classification thing and just go with the flow. As always, thanks for taking the time to read...
This also comes with the warning that this is not my usual kind of thing...
A Slow Goodbye
By Mariel
A slow goodbye, that's all it had been.
Slow and torturous.
Heartfelt, hurtfelt glances and an occasional slip she'd mistaken for hello had given rise to hope that had slowed the goodbye still further.
How had she come to believe the murmured lies spoken against her neck in the warmth of her bed ? And his unspoken untruths. What about those?
He hadn't wanted her; not really. Escape, empowerment, an edge, perhaps.
She'd certainly given him those. Along with her heart.
In return, he'd given her this slow farewell.
Now that it is finished, she wonders what to do with it.
End