Prompt: Neela -"Going means saying goodbye, and saying goodbye means forgetting." - 'ER'
Stepping out of the building, I headed for the nearest subway stop, ready to get home and take a hot shower after the long day I'd had.
"What, no handsome prince to meet you today?"
I turned to see my boss, Isabella Wright, walking out of the building.
"Adam and I went our separate ways," I replied, my mind immediately going to the break-up from the night before. Somehow it didn't bother me as much as I thought it should. Seeing Isabella's smile fade I continued. "We were at different points in the relationship and it wasn't going to work out. It was time we said good-bye."
"Share a cab with me then, my treat. I wouldn't mind some company."
I nodded. I wasn't looking forward to the trip home alone myself and a Taxi would be more comfortable than the subway.
Moments later we were both seated in the back seat of a taxi. Isabella gave the driver my address and then settled back.
"You don't seem as devastated as you were after your last break-up," Isabella commented after a few minutes.
I shrugged. "I guess I could see this one coming for awhile. It was fun while it lasted but I always knew it wasn't going to last. I knew I'd have to eventually say good-bye to Adam."
"And you weren't expecting to have to say good-bye to Blaine."
I thought about her words. Technically I had yet to say good-bye to Blaine. When I had broken it off I simply told him that I needed space and we were still talking to one another. I thought of my promise to him in the McKinley courtyard, first when I had returned from Dalton and the second time when I had left for the city. Saying good-bye meant forgetting and I could never forget Blaine. He was too important in my life.
"I'll never say good-bye to Blaine."
"Then perhaps it's time you stop pretending you don't want to be with him," Isabella suggested, making me realize I had spoke the last words out loud. "I let true love go one time, and have regretted it ever since. Don't make that mistake Kurt. Being alone isn't fun. You'll end up like me, living vicariously through the people who work for you."
I looked over to find her smiling at me. I smiled back. Like so many other times this year, Isabella's advice was sound.
"Perhaps I'll call him tonight," Kurt assured her, already longing to hear Blaine's voice at just the thought of calling him.
"Good. Then perhaps in a few months I'll find another prince charming waiting to pick you up from work every afternoon."
"How did you know Adam picked me up every afternoon?" I asked.
"Office window," she admitted. "Living vicariously, remember. I like to think there are still happy endings out there."
Smiling, I settled back against the seat and watched the NYC scenery pass.