She was at the park next to his house, waiting as usual. Rattling her mind, going over all the rights and wrongs, the good times and the bad times, thinking if this was the best thing to do. She sat down by the bench, taking deep breathes and suddenly she realized it was their spot. It was the same bench where she once sat as a teenager with for him, the same spot where he decided to drop the L bomb, the spot where he asked her to be his girl. Her phone buzzed and she was brought back to the present with his message flashing on it, “Will be there in 5”. She jumped up from that bench and decided to walk instead.
He sent a message to her and ran to his cupboard. He knew he took way too much time in the shower and was late as usual. Throwing the towel on the bed, he grabbed the first thing he could find from the heap of clothes. Her voice began screaming in his head, “You need to be more organized, no wonder you get so late all the time. How can you find anything in that clutter”. He smiled for a brief second, until his eyes fell on a dry rose stuck on his wall, a rose that she bought years ago. He shut his mind, grabbed that letter on his table and walked towards the door. He was wearing her favorite tee shirt. On any usual day he would have lied about wearing it on purpose, just to make her smile. But today he simply walked back in and threw a fresh shirt on himself.
“You’re late”, she said. “I swear I left on time”, he sheepishly replied. She loved his sheepish face but today it meant nothing. They stood in front of each other, avoiding eye contact and awkwardness became the third person in the picture.
They sat in that park, staring into space without saying a single word. There wasn’t much left to say anyway. Just the thought of being away from each other seemed like the end of the world once upon a time, but today it is was the right thing to do. “So what happened?”, he asked her, knowing there wasn’t a simple answer. This is it, she thought to herself. She got up and turned to him, no tears, no smile, she carried a straight face, trying hard to hide her broken heart. He handed her that letter he got before leaving home.
They both walked way from each other, no hugs, no goodbyes, no regrets...
She opened the letter in the train, smiled to herself till her station and left that note on her way out.