Chapter 4: Departure
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"What do you mean, you're leaving?"
"Didn't I ask to be left alone?"
Manfred ignored this. "Leaving for where? When?"
The clothes and books were pulled out of the drawers quickly, stuffed haphazardly in the large brown suitcase. And finally, Asa stopped. His gaze never left the picture frame he was holding.
Quietly, almost not wanting to be heard, he replied, "Tonight. For a place where you can't follow. I don't want to be hurt again. You can't stop me, so it might be better if you left right now."
Manfred's shoulders dropped. "I'm sc…sor…I didn't mean to hurt you."
"Sure, and I'm the abominable snowman." Asa closed the suitcase and locked it. He pushed past Manfred for the door, where he stopped. The picture frame was still in his hand.
With a glare, he flung the photo across the room, where it hit the stone wall and the glass plate shattered, shards raining down onto the floor. Asa left.
Manfred closed his eyes and sighed. He hadn't meant to hurt Asa…but Charlie…he wanted to know if he really was feeling anything for him. There was nothing substantial there…but Charlie was scared off now anyway, so it honestly didn't matter.
He walked towards the wall and picked up the photo, ripped in half from the broken glass. It had been a picture of him and Asa…but the tear went right between them.
Asa had been right: Manfred had lost both of them.
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Manfred watched him walk to the door, suitcase in hand, cleaned tweed cap at a gorgeous angle on his head.
"Asa…"
The red head turned around and stared at him. The yellow eyes glinted like steel blades. "There's nothing left to say to you. Good-bye... Manfred."
The wind that swept around Asa's ankles as he stepped out of Bloor's for the last time also swept what was left of Manfred's life out with him.
Plink! A single, salty drop of water fell to the floor.
Manfred stared at it; as he did, more droplets joined it. He wasn't crying only because the best thing that had ever happened to him just walked out…the tears were flowing now, streaming, really, because Manfred knew, in his heart, he had brought this upon himself.
He couldn't forgive that.
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End Chapter.
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