Goodbye
"Her laughter of mornings has the gaiety of flowers
Her nights of darkness, the reflections of lustrous hair
Her melodious nightingales, with passion sing their songs
Ardent tunes, as leaves enflamed,
cascading from their throats"~ Saib-e-Tabrizi
Her initials on my jersey were smudged. The number card was falling off, but, the end of the marathon was in sight. The energy drink struggled to get back into the light, and I perspired as if I were back in the tropical humidity.
I shut my eyes, imagined her cheering behind the lines, and pushed myself onwards to the finish.
It was my first after the injury. I couldn't wait to tell her.
I had hurt myself badly while training for last year's event, and didn't run that year. I was devastated, and she had pushed me through it. Through the months of August, while the last days of summer slipped away, she had absorbed my frustration, and through the dark winter days, we kept each other motivated through the recession and the fear of getting fired. Her luck ran out, and she had to leave in a month, a couple of months before the marathon.
I trained harder in her absence.
A few days before, she called me and told me that she was coming back. After three long months of applications and rejections, she had found another job. I reminded myself how lucky I was, to have someone as strong and resilient as her with me. London would be beautiful again.
I picked up my phone to call her. She had called three times.
"Hiya! You won't believe this!"
"Honey, I think we've to talk". She sounded serious.
"Is everything alright?"
"I think it's time we moved on. I'm sorry. This is going to be hard for me as well. So, please."
She hung up.
Her nights of darkness, the reflections of lustrous hair
Her melodious nightingales, with passion sing their songs
Ardent tunes, as leaves enflamed,
cascading from their throats"~ Saib-e-Tabrizi
Her initials on my jersey were smudged. The number card was falling off, but, the end of the marathon was in sight. The energy drink struggled to get back into the light, and I perspired as if I were back in the tropical humidity.
I shut my eyes, imagined her cheering behind the lines, and pushed myself onwards to the finish.
It was my first after the injury. I couldn't wait to tell her.
I had hurt myself badly while training for last year's event, and didn't run that year. I was devastated, and she had pushed me through it. Through the months of August, while the last days of summer slipped away, she had absorbed my frustration, and through the dark winter days, we kept each other motivated through the recession and the fear of getting fired. Her luck ran out, and she had to leave in a month, a couple of months before the marathon.
I trained harder in her absence.
A few days before, she called me and told me that she was coming back. After three long months of applications and rejections, she had found another job. I reminded myself how lucky I was, to have someone as strong and resilient as her with me. London would be beautiful again.
I picked up my phone to call her. She had called three times.
"Hiya! You won't believe this!"
"Honey, I think we've to talk". She sounded serious.
"Is everything alright?"
"I think it's time we moved on. I'm sorry. This is going to be hard for me as well. So, please."
She hung up.
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