“I am sorry” she said for the last time. It held the pain of a lifetime.
She sat cross legged on the bed, talking in whispers. It was quiet night. Too quiet. If you listened you could hear the hearts breaking. Not the loud shatter of glass on a cold floor. Slowly, like soggy pieces of cardboard that could no longer keep it together. Drenched with midnight tears from her, silent pain from him, crushed dreams, and soiled memories. It was quiet. So quiet, you could hear that.
Across the bed, he sat staring at her, saying nothing. He never did. For the last time, she did not complain. Did not compel him to reach out and say something. There was nothing left to say today. She saw the hurt and pain in his eyes. She knew exactly how he felt.The pain and regret in those eyes, trapped within, it would suck on his soul forever. She wished she did not know him so well.
He held her hand, a touch light as air, shook his head, a sad smile on his lips and let go. In that moment she knew he had accepted the truth.
They looked at each other and wept. They wept for all that could never be. The broken promises and unshaped dreams. They wept, each for a friend and his broken heart.