AN: For Sam. I promised this a while back, and you've probably forgotten. But oh well. Also for the Fifty Ways to Say Goodbye Challenge (3/50).
A friend.
A lover.
Gone.
You retrace your steps
overandoverandoverand
like he's a favorite quill you've misplaced.
Salazar.
Your Salazar.
Gone.
He's left a note that you've read
overandoverandoverand
like you can make sense of it with that
h.u.n.d.r.e.d.t.h.
try.
Moving on.
Nothing left here.
Bigger dreams than this.
But still he's
gonegonegone.
A friend.
A lover.
Your so-called forever love.
You tear the letter to
s/h/r/e/d/s
to mirror your
(bro)(ken)
heart.
Gone gone gone
and without a
goodbye.