Neither of them could breathe. They layed there in the tangled mess of sheets covering the bed and themselves, staring into each other's eyes. Gary tentitvly reached out and pushed some hair out of his beloved's face, and she stared back at him with sad eyes.
"Why are you sad, Red?"
"You have to leave now." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.
"It's better off this way."
"I don't want to say goodbye to you, Gary."
"But it's time to say goodbye," He said, and sat upright. Misty turned away from him, closing her eyes. Gary sat there, listening to her breathing for several minutes until he heard her mumble something. "What was that?"
"Go, " she said, muffling her voice into the pillow. Gary placed his hand on her shoulder, and she pushed him away. "Go," she said again. and this time he didn't argue. He got out of the bed and put his clothes on quietly, and when he got to the door, he turned to face her.
"Red?"
No response.
"Mist?"
"What?"
"Tell me that I'm wrong. Tell me that I'm wrong for leaving,"
"I can't."
(Goodbye- Secondhand Serenade)