I was lying in my bed quietly when you said those words. Those words that came to me like electric volt, grounding every inch of me.
“I guess I’d rather leave. Farewell.”
The words that travelled as I read it from my mouth to the deepest artery of my heart.
Lightning and thunder followed and after a short while, heavy rain poured. It was as if the weather’s contemplating with me. It was as if even the heavens felt my deepest pain.
And that’s it.
That was goodbye.
You choose to place a period to everything that we are. You placed a period on what should’ve been just a semi-colon.
The last word I ever heard from you.