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"So this is your goodbye." Not a question.

He smiled coldly. Calmly; his face betrayed none of the crushing pain his heart was drowning in.

"If you could call it that," he replied condescendingly. "I'd just say I was leaving you." I've got to make you hate me, my love.

"But why is it like this? I can't breathe, can't eat, not without you next to me!" She was looking up to him now, her lovely, intelligent green eyes dulled with fear; with pain. Because of him. He could imagine what she was thinking.

'Why does he not care?' 'How can he just leave like this?' 'I thought we were in love.'

"Look, it's over. I'm leaving." I'm sorry!

"But tell me why!"

"I don't love you." I'm lying!

"Then why did you pretend?"

"Does it matter?" I'm madly in love, but all I'll do is hurt you, in the end.

"It does to me!" To me, as well.

"I was bored." I was in love!

"Then kiss me and tell me it's nothing." I'm so sorry!

"Sure." It's all an act! See through me!

"Then walk out the door!"

Her tears were gone; in their place was a defiance, a battle cry. So beautiful.

"All in good time; your anger is quite lovely." Hate me, hate me already! "What is it you want, exactly? An apology? A goodbye? What will it take for you to let me leave?" Before I break!

"Give me both; then tell me you'll stay!" I'm so sorry! I love you so much! And so I say...

"Goodbye." It's for your own good; there's no future with me.

He left, shutting the door softly behind him. Leaving only his memory..

And she.