“You can always close the door,” I said, “but if you ever want to open it again, I will be there.”
“You arrogant bastard!” he shouted, slamming the door in my face.
“Yeah, I know,” I whispered, turning back toward the street. It was, regrettably, a beautiful day. When one’s heart breaks, one wishes for rain, but it was a beautifully warm and sunny day, nonetheless. I tilted my head up toward a drifting cloud as I wound an aimless path. For a moment, the white and formless vapors passed over the sun, and a shadow fell. I felt a chill, just for a moment, but the day continued on, bright and cheery.
I let my gaze fall from heaven, and the earth looked so dark.
Goodbye, old friend, I thought, and turned my path home.
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