Last Kiss
I don't know what I'm supposed to do now. Honestly. It's like nothing I do can change anything. There's not one thing left on my list of possibilities. All that's there for me now is accepting it. He's gone. He's not coming back. Not even my love—my free love, openly expressed, his for the taking—fazed him when he told me he was leaving.
I don't know what I did. I don't know why he's going. I couldn't ask him. I didn't want our last conversation to be tainted by accusations, even if I'm wishing now that I'd made them when I had the chance.
What did I do?
He and I were perfect. We were inseparable. Nothing was going to ever get between us. He told me he loved me. I know that he meant it. He was so honest. His eyes weren't lying. I could tell when he wasn't being true, and I'd never once doubted that he loved me.
That changes nothing. I was deceived, but I don't care—I just want him back. Is that wrong of me? Is it wrong that I'm sitting here on my hardwood floor, my face soaking up my tears as they fall and stain his shirt? Is it bad that I can't seem to bring myself to take off his black button-down, the only thing he left behind besides my mangled heart?
The rain is pouring outside and I can hear it on the roof. This spring was especially wet. My crops are drowning in the endless rain, but I don't feel like tending to them. How can I call myself a farmer? A real farmer doesn't let someone like him bring her down.
I blink and more tears trickle down my sticky, blotchy cheeks. What did I do to him to deserve this?
I hope that wherever he is now—wherever that goddess forsaken boat takes him—he's happy. I do. I hope it's not raining on him. I hope it's sunny and he's doing well. I hope he regrets leaving. I hope I can get him out of my head by harvest time.
I just never thought it would end like this.
Ooo
"Chelsea, we need to talk."
"Sure, Vaughn—do you want some milk?"
"No—no, Chelsea, just… listen."
"…What's wrong?"
"…Nothing. I'm just… leaving."
"Of course you are. It's Thursday. You always—"
"Listen to me. Chels, I'm leaving and I'm not coming back."
"…But… I don't—w-why?"
"I just… have to."
"Vaughn, no—come on, you can't! I… I love you! You love me… We're supposed to last forever, and—"
He pressed his lips against hers, cutting her off for a final time.
"Goodbye, Chelsea."
She watched him leave, her lips trembling too much for her to say his name. Her legs shook and she sunk to the wooden floor beneath her, trying to comprehend that that was going to be their very last kiss.
We're getting a lovely bout of rain, so I decided to camp out on my porch all bundled up with a cup of hot coffee and my laptop to type a oneshot based on my current rainy-day-song.
Hope you enjoyed.
