new beginnings, old friends [part 3]

Our eyes lock again, and my heart flutters rapidly in my chest. I feel like we're reading each other, like we're both searching. I think I've found what I was looking for.

I look down at my notebook, quickly flipping it open and scribbling down some words. Some words for him. I feel the heat of his gaze but I keep writing, glancing up to look at the clock. I have to go in a few minutes.

When I look up he's still there, wearily staring at me. I smile, ripping the page out of my notebook and holding it our for him. "That's my new address, with my number on it." I stand up when he takes the paper, picking up my things while I talk. "I hope you'll use it."

He studies the paper, a smiling breaking across his face. "I will."

"Good." I walk over to the nearby trash bin, dumping out my food then turning back toward him. But he's gone.

Gone.

But not forgotten.

Is that how he felt when I left?

I push through the double doors, making my way out of the cafeteria. I quickly walk down the hall, slipping past the school's trophy case then stopping in my tracks. I slowly backtrack until I'm in front of the large glass case. My eyes skim over the words, reading and rereading until tears come to my eyes.

Rest in peace.

I hit my fist against the glass as tears start to run down my cheeks. I scan the picture of the boy with the big brown eyes, and a crooked smile. I look down at the nameplate on the frame, then back to the three words that fill my eyes with more tears as I keep reading them over and over and over again.

So he really is gone, the boy I wrote many words for.

Gone.

But not forgotten.

Yet still gone.

***

And that concludes this short...story?

At least that's what I'd like to call it. :}

What do you think of the ending?

Was it confusing?

Should I change it?

Please tell me your thoughts. :)

thanks for reading this interesting post. <3

xoxo,

Rose

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Edit: I have changed le ending. :}

A few of you thought it was confusing, and I totally agree...

Please enjoy! :P

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