Our eyes lock again, and my heart flutters rapidly in my chest. I feel like we're reading each other, like we're both searching. I think I've found what I was looking for.
I look down at my notebook, quickly flipping it open and scribbling down some words. Some words for him. I feel the heat of his gaze but I keep writing, glancing up to look at the clock. I have to go in a few minutes.
When I look up he's still there, wearily staring at me. I smile, ripping the page out of my notebook and holding it our for him. "That's my new address, with my number on it." I stand up when he takes the paper, picking up my things while I talk. "I hope you'll use it."
He studies the paper, a smiling breaking across his face. "I will."
"Good." I walk over to the nearby trash bin, dumping out my food then turning back toward him. But he's gone.
But not forgotten.
Is that how he felt when I left?
I push through the double doors, making my way out of the cafeteria. I quickly walk down the hall, slipping past the school's trophy case then stopping in my tracks. I slowly backtrack until I'm in front of the large glass case. My eyes skim over the words, reading and rereading until tears come to my eyes.
Rest in peace.
I hit my fist against the glass as tears start to run down my cheeks. I scan the picture of the boy with the big brown eyes, and a crooked smile. I look down at the nameplate on the frame, then back to the three words that fill my eyes with more tears as I keep reading them over and over and over again.
So he really is gone, the boy I wrote many words for.
But not forgotten.
Yet still gone.
And that concludes this short...story?
At least that's what I'd like to call it. :}
What do you think of the ending?
Was it confusing?
Should I change it?
Please tell me your thoughts. :)
thanks for reading this interesting post. <3
Edit: I have changed le ending. :}
A few of you thought it was confusing, and I totally agree...
Please enjoy! :P