I’ll never forget the way she looked when she left us, head hung low, hands clenched at her sides, lips trembling and quivering with words she couldn’t bring herself to say. I watched her leave and I held myself back.
Because I couldn’t be her stumbling block. I couldn’t be the reason she never had a chance. I let her go, because I loved her. Because above all else, I cared.
Sometimes I thought it was a waste. That nothing was worth the emptiness that came in the wake of such a drastic decision.
But then I saw her.
And my heart eased.
Because today, her head was held high, her hands were open and extended and those lips curved up in a smile, the moment she laid eyes on me. I didn’t realize I was crying until she wiped them away.
I stared at her blurry figure, then snatched her into a hug, determined never to let her go again. This once was okay. Torture, but okay.
Because she’d bloomed.
(c) Sara Harricharan
A/N: I'm not sure how well I like this one, but I don't want to get out of the habit of not writing/posting these snippets. The picture was lovely though--it really made me picture the ending thought of the MC.