The goodbye man

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”Tell me another story.”

She looked at me.

“Sure. What would you like to hear?”

“I don’t know. I like your stories. Your voice. Tell me about me.”

I paused. Looked down.

“You? What would you like to hear?”

She answered with a curious smile.

“You will get the strange and short story of taking goodbye. Every day.”

 

 

The strange and short story of taking goodbye

“I have been with you all evening. I have listened to you, how you choose your words, your tone of voice. I have seen how you touch your lips with your hand. I have watched your burry hair, studied your eyes and how your pupils expand. How far will you go?”

“I don’t know.”

“Can you say goodbye?”

She hesitated.

“Actually, I…have never done that. “

“We all say goodbye from time to time.” He sounded tired.“But sometimes we do not know what we are doing. What are you afraid of?”

“I am not afraid. It’s just that I have never been in this situation.”

“You have to say goodbye. I am doing it right now. But I will call you tomorrow.”

“That does not make sense.” She shook her head.

“No, it does not.”

He hushed her, touching her mouth. She kissed his fingers. He smiled and continued.

“Once upon a time, there were two kids; a boy and a girl. They played hide and seek. The boy hid well, and was not found by the girl. After some time he went out and tried to find her. She had found other friends to play with and had forgotten everything about the boy. They met again, many years later. This time, the girl found him. They played hide and seek facing each other. The day after, he found her hair on his coat. He could recall her fragrance. He could recall her looks. But this day he was going to call her saying goodbye. And he would call her the day after.“

"We do it all the time."

 

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