Leaving

     She squeezed her eyes shut and buried her head in his chest. He smelled like smoke but she didn't care, it felt like home. Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. His brown eyes were looking at her with such worry in them she couldn't help but smile a little, "What's wrong?" The worry in his voice though, nearly brought tears to her baby blues. "Nothing," she said, short and quick, and not at all convincing. "Sarah..." he whispered her name with pain and desperation dripping from his voice. A tear fell down her cheek and onto his t-shirt. "I...I can't do this anymore," she barely choked the words out. She just kept repeating in her head that it was for the best. He pulled away from her and this separation brought a pang of pain to her previously damaged heart. Those brown eyes reflected her pain, "Why?" he finally asked. She had a reason, she truly did. But in this moment she couldn't bring herself to say it. She just shook her head, broke their eye contact and whispered, "I'm sorry," before leaving his bedroom that had begun to feel like home to her. But not before seeing the confusion and pain on his face. That image stayed in her mind until she sunk to her bedroom floor amid the cardboard boxes later that night. The only thing not packed in them was her heart, she had left that with him.