I had helped her erase me from her life. I slowly saw all the progress we had made burning in the trash can in front of us. Each lick of the flame on the pages of her journal was burning my heart along with it. We had nearly perfected our daily dance of telling her about her accident. But it was for nothing.
She wanted me to move on with my life. Yet she didn't realize how impossible that was. She had changed me inevitably and I knew deep down I would never get over her, I would never forget the peppy girl that had captured my heart.
I stared at the flames in cloaked despair. I glanced up at her face and saw no expression. That hurt. No remorse; no guilt; nothing. I felt my heart breaking, crumbling into tiny pieces. As the flames died away I realized I needed to get out of there or I would loose my mind.
"Well, that's that," I said. She nodded looking at the fire.
I walked away into the rain feeling tears leaking out of my eyes.
"Henry, wait!" I heard. I froze, then turned to face the beautiful girl. She glanced down, embarrassed. I felt the warm tears dripping, mixing with the rain. "Could I have one last first kiss?"
I weakly nodded. Showing a little of my pain on my face in that moment. If I got to hold her, touch her; kiss her, one last time…
She came forward and pulled me to her. The rain fell around us as I kissed her soft lips. My hand tangled in her hair and my arm wrapped around her waist. It briefly made me forget everything. But it reminded me of all the first kisses we had. Memories that she wouldn't share. More tears. More pain. I had to stop this. I love you, Lucy. Goodbye…
I pushed her away all the while I was aching to be back in her arms. I nearly ran to my car, leaving her standing in the rain. I pulled just out of sight of the house and stopped the car and let the sorrow overtake me. No one would see this. My own eternal hell, living without her. I love you, Lucy. Please be happy. I'll always love you…Goodbye…