The night was cold and gloomy. Rain hadn’t stopped since a couple of days ago and everywhere you went, the streets were wet and slippery. She shouldn’t have been there. I told her not to go, but she didn’t listen.
It happened in a split second and years ago I still wonder why I did it, if I even did the right thing, but alas, I had no time machine and there was no way to go back, to take it all back, so I have come to live with it.
Even if living with it meant hurting more.
It was supposed to be the last time I would ever see her again because I made sure of that. I took the fall and knew that whatever we had, whatever happened between us, it was over. There was no turning back.
Now she stood in front of me, that same smile I’ve known years ago, the same eyes that looked into mine
