A Not So Happy Valentines

My brain has been in a fog for a long long time, and this practically abandoned blog is proof. But I can’t completely abandon it, because hey, a writer need someplace to vent and share stories that bleed out of the pages even if only one person reads it.

And so, here’s a flash fiction for those who don’t agree with happy ever after this Valentine’s Day.

The Last Goodbye

Sitting in the car, waiting for the engine to warm up, I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel. The rain hit the windshield in soft, rhythmic taps, but it didn’t do much to calm the storm in my head. I stole a glance at the rearview mirror. She was in the back seat, staring out the window, her reflection barely visible in the glass.

I exhaled sharply. “You’re really going through with this, huh?”

She didn’t answer right away. Just a small nod. I hated that nod.

“I don’t get it,” I muttered. “You spent all this time fighting to make me love you, and now you’re just… walking away?”

She finally turned to face me, her eyes unreadable. “It’s not that simple.”

“Sure seems simple to me.”

Her hands curled into fists on her lap. She looked like she wanted to say something—maybe even yell at me—but instead, she just sighed. “I don’t expect you to understand.”

I gripped the wheel. The rain was getting heavier, streaking down the glass like the tears I refused to shed. “Yeah, well, of course, I won’t if you don’t tell me.”

Silence stretched between us. The kind that suffocates. The kind that makes your chest feel too tight like you’re drowning in words you can’t say.

She reached for the door handle.

I clenched my jaw. “So that’s it?”

She paused. “What do you want me to say?”

I didn’t know.

The door opened, the cold air rushing in like reality itself.

She stepped out without another word, pulling her coat tighter around her.

And just like that, she was gone.

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