/Final Farewell\\

He said goodbye.

He told me he loved me.

He said I was pretty.

He told me I was beautiful.

He said I was funny. And clever. And cute.

Again he told me he loved me.

Again he said goodbye.

Under any other circumstances, at any other time, I wouldn't have found this weird.

But this wasn't normal circumstances.

We were standing in the departures lounge of the airport, saying our final goodbyes before I boarded my flight.

I would only be away 5 day, a short trip to visit my mum in Wisconsin. Not that you would think it by the way he was acting.

Hugging again, he covered his face in my hair, whispering in my ear.

When we pulled away, he said he loved me. Again.

He was acting different today.

The light was gone from his eyes.

There was no happiness in his voice.

He found it hard to meet my eyes with his.

He was hiding something. It was written all over his face. I may not have had the time to find out what it was but for the rest of my life, I will wish I had asked him.

It's because of his strange behaviour, that when I got the call on the final day of my trip, just before I boarded the plane home, that something in me wasn't completely surprise by the news.

That didn't stop the pain though.

That wouldn't stop me crying.

That couldn't fix my heart

because it couldn't bring him back to me.

Nothing could do that.

because nothing can bring a dead man back to life.

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So… yeah. This was just a shot one-shot that came to me today. I'm not completely happy with how it turned out, it was better in my head :S
I haven't really written anything in over a year, so that's probably why my writing's not so great right now… hope you enjoyed it, even just a bit :)

(For anyone who reads any of my stories, I'm planning on updating in the next few months)

Thanks for reading, please review!

-Anni