The last chapter...
This is the last of these drabbles but I have to warn you, I have another series in mind *g* This last one is for you because you are the best type of friend. You make me believe in me. Thanks...
You walk in through the door for the last time.
He has met someone else. He has fallen in love with someone else.
You are no longer needed. Not wanted on voyage. Are surplus to requirement. Those lines from that poem come to mind. Nay, I have done: you get no more of me …
So that is it, it’s over. Your bags have been packed, he has apologised and asked you to move out. Seeing your stuff is so sad, it seem pitifully little after so many months. He is standing in his study doorway watching you.
You cannot help but kneel down and beg him to reconsider. It hurts so much but you have to try. He is adamant. It’s over. He’s sorry. He doesn’t love you anymore, he is falling for someone else, has fallen. Doesn’t need you anymore.
You continue to cry but his eyes are flinty, they look through you to the other side, your distress, your pain, neither mean anything to him, he is oblivious. He just wants you to go away. Get out of his life.
Hopelessly you stand, you pick up the detritus of your former life and trudge out to the waiting cab. You take a last look at your former life, before you get into the car and drive away.
You walk in through the door for the last time.
He has met someone else. He has fallen in love with someone else.
You are no longer needed. Not wanted on voyage. Are surplus to requirement. Those lines from that poem come to mind. Nay, I have done: you get no more of me …
So that is it, it’s over. Your bags have been packed, he has apologised and asked you to move out. Seeing your stuff is so sad, it seem pitifully little after so many months. He is standing in his study doorway watching you.
You cannot help but kneel down and beg him to reconsider. It hurts so much but you have to try. He is adamant. It’s over. He’s sorry. He doesn’t love you anymore, he is falling for someone else, has fallen. Doesn’t need you anymore.
You continue to cry but his eyes are flinty, they look through you to the other side, your distress, your pain, neither mean anything to him, he is oblivious. He just wants you to go away. Get out of his life.
Hopelessly you stand, you pick up the detritus of your former life and trudge out to the waiting cab. You take a last look at your former life, before you get into the car and drive away.