Good Bye

Goodbye
 

   
    I hesitated going into the place I once I called home. I was surprised at just how hard my heart was beating and how sweaty my palms got. You just have to go inside and get the last remaining boxes I thought. I had gotten most of my things earlier, but now she was home. Now leaving, as hard as it was, felt even harder.
    I forced myself to get out of my car and somehow managed to convince my legs to move towards to door.
    She opened it. She must have been watching me while I was sitting in my car, seeing the nervousness on my face and in my walk.
    Don't get sucked in by her warm brown eyes or caramel colored skin. Don't let the way she looks remorseful now make you forget about all the times she mistreated you. Don't let the gentle curves in her body make you want what she has refused to give you for the past six months.
    We stood face to face, yet I avoided eye contact. I knew my weaknesses. I knew that looking at her, her sexy body, full lips and her arrogant, yet sexy attitude could spell disaster for my attempt to leave. After all, it was easier to stay.
    If I stayed, I knew what I would be getting. I knew her erratic attitude, her selfishness, the way she would push me away until I was ready to leave and then seduce me to stay. I knew of all those heartaches and even the few pleasures, no matter how far and in between they were.
    Moving on meant going into the unknown. Going into a place where I wouldn't know what to expect although I prayed that whatever it was would be better than what I was getting here. I prayed that it would be a place of true love and genuine affection. I knew that no love was perfect, but I knew that it should at least be constant and reliable.
    "You're really doing this huh?" Her saccharine filled voice startled me. I had grown so accustomed to her bitterness.
    "It's for the best. I'm not happy. I don't believe you're truly happy. We both deserve to be with people that we are happy with."
    She smirked. I couldn't tell if it was a smirk of understanding or one that just dismissed my feelings. Knowing her, it was was betting on the latter.
    I slipped past her, grabbed the last boxes I had and carried them to my car. She followed behind me, watched as I loaded them and when I was done she was right in my face.

    I searched her eyes for some sort of emotions, some sadness. I had cried my eyes out weeks before I made this decision, tossed and turned with the pain of leaving and the anguish of staying.
    She kissed me. Her lips soft, sweetened by cherry lip gloss. Her tongue sensual and tempting. My body automatically reacted. My heart skipped beats, my limbs stiffened, begging me to stay. I pulled away, looked into her smile and remembered, I hadn't been kissed like that by her in over a year and if I stayed, I'd probably never get kissed like that again. I wanted those sweet kisses everyday by someone who actually wanted to give them to me for no other reason than because she loved me.
    It took every bit of strength I had, every bit of pride I had remaining to suppress my fear of the unknown and look into the beautiful eyes of the woman I knew all too well and say,
"Goodbye." 

Reviews

[SakuraGirl]

Good little story, speaks well of real human emotions, the torments one has to face when trying to start anew. You give the reader a good idea about the woman, seing her through his eyes, a good physical - as well as temperamental - description.
I enjoyed this.

[Blackbirdsong]

This is just so raw and real I felt myself in the scene as a voyeur watching everything and praying that the protagonist would find the strength to leave this woman. He's so strong in this moment, yet doubting himself and fearing he might falter. It's quite real. I think anyone who has been in a relationship like this knows how it feels when you know you have to leave it, but are afraid of the great unknown. You've done an excellent job here, there are a few minor errors in the first paragraph that I noticed, but nothing more. Bravo!