XXVIII
The first snow of the year fell gently around them. They were sitting on her porch, drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes in silence. Neither had said much to the other for the last few weeks. He had been busy at his new job and she was busy with her classwork. He still felt good about things though and was thinking about what to buy her for Christmas. His eyes closed, he looked up towards the sun and felt the warmth of the light against his eyelids. A plane roared overhead and he thought that he heard her say something. ”What did you say?” he asked. ”I don’t think I’m in love with you anymore” she replied. She went on to say how she had been thinking about this for a while now and that she still loved him but just wasn’t in love with him. He had stopped listening though. He was still seeing spots from when he had stared at the sun through his eyelids and was blinking to try and get rid of them. The roar of the jet engines was stuck in his ears. He noticed that she was standing now and he looked up at her; into her big, grey, eyes. She whispered “Goodbye” as she leaned over and touched her forehead to his. As she walked out the gate to her car, all he could mutter was “Yeah” and he watched her try to start her car until finally, it turned over and she drove away. He closed his eyes again and leaned back against the pillar behind him, lighting another cigarette. ”Goodbye” he muttered as the smoke rolled out of his mouth. ”Goodbye.”
