Thursday, November 17, 2011

Nine.

PREFACE

This is the preface/prologue to a story I just began writing. Hope you like it. More to come soon...


It was now or never.
It had to be done. And, I – I did do it.
It was like tearing away a part from me, and keeping it right in front of me, but not being able to touch it.
Whatever I’d said, all of it, his expressions said it all...that he’d not understood a single bit of it. But as he took the letters from my hand, somewhere inside my head a voice told me even though this is the right thing to do, I shouldn’t be doing it.
But what was done couldn’t be undone now.
And as I hugged him one last time, I looked in those brown eyes to search if I could see it. And through that utter confusion that was clearly written all over his face all I could see was the reflection of a pair of eyes blinking back tears. Only.
That was the last time I ever saw him.