Patriots POV

I look out the window and watch you leave. Tears run down my face; I wish it didn't have to end this way. We've had beautiful times together, I know, but can't you understand? We just weren't meant to be.

I'm watching you stalk away, angry, disappointed, upset, and my tears fall faster. It didn't have to be this way. You don't look back as you walk away; you've shoved me from your memory. I wish it weren't this way.

Your cane is swinging at your side as you walk away, that cane that I'd become so familiar with. I unconsciously touch my neck, where your key used to hang. You'll find some other girl; she'll become the holder of your key, the holder of all your dreams. You'll someday see; it just wasn't meant to be. I wipe my tears away, and determine not to cry. It's not as though I valued our friendship, I tell myself. But deep inside I know that I'm lying.

"I'm sorry, Spot." I whisper. I'm sorry it had to end this way. I'm sorry that you don't seem to understand; I can't pretend to love you. I'm sure you can understand that, can't you? But as I watch you disappear, around a corner, the answer comes loud and clear. You don't understand. I wish you did.

I had no intention of ever hurting you. I love you. You're like the brother I never had. I truly didn't want to hurt you. But can't you see.

No. No, you can't see; I am sorry that you won't understand. You refuse to look; you refuse to see that all those times we had together, all those wonderful things we shared, can be beautiful memories, and not the pain filled thoughts that you have made them. You don't have to feel this way.

Why you refuse to understand, I don't know. Why you push me from your mind, I don't understand. I realize that I hurt you, but must you inflict this pain upon my soul? Must you ignore me, and pretend I'm not there? Must you refuse me the pleasure of your smile? I don't see why you can't consider this.

A Beautiful Goodbye.