"Tiff, I have to go." We were sitting on my bed in the dark, facing
each other. My eyes searched his face, trying to memorize every detail.
Gorgeous blue eyes, startling against tan skin, dark hair, falling a little
in his face, lips, that I had kissed many times.why did he have to leave?
"I'm going to miss you." I whispered, feeling tears starting to
build, my resistance slipping, quickly. I had promised myself I wouldn't
cry, what good would it do? But now, faced with the separation, with him
leaving.I couldn't help it. I felt the first slip down, hot and bitter.
"Tiff, don't cry." He hated it when I cried.
"Sorry." I wiped my cheeks, trying to ignore the feeling of
hopelessness rising inside me.
"I'll be back soon." He was lying, I knew it, and he knew it. It was
all a lie. He was going on tour with the band, he was leaving behind this
little town, and I couldn't go with him. He'd already graduated, he was
free, and I was two long years away.
"No, you won't. Just go." I turned around, biting my lip to keep from
crying. He just had to go, leave, go out my window and out of my life.
"Tiffany." His voice was serious, but low, I knew this was hard for
him, too. His hand rested on my shoulder, urging me to turn around, to face
him. When I did, I couldn't see him clearly, he was blurred beneath my
tears. He pulled me to him, to his chest, and I began to cry, softly,
loving his touch, but soon it would be gone. He would be gone. "God, I love
you." He whispered into my hair.
"I love you, too." God, why did this hurt so much? My heart hurt. A
car honked from outside in the street, his cue that it was time to leave.
Leave. Forever. Gone.
"I have to go, baby." He only called me baby when he was really sad,
and really needed me. It scared me.
"I'll love you forever." I said, kissing his lips. They tasted like
salt. Was he crying?
"Don't forget me, okay? See you soon." See you soon; it was better
than saying good-bye. With one last kiss, he was out the window, and
driving away. And I was left, clutching his jacket, that he'd left,
smelling him, and wishing like hell I was old enough to ride away, too.