Hello and welcome to the final chapter of "Teach me how to say goodbye!"
This story has been one heck of a musical and emotional journey for me, and thank you very much for reviewing, reading, and listening to my covers!
So please check out my cover of "Little by Little" by Oasis, and I hope you enjoy the story!
I watched my friends leave the graduation hall, each exit leaving a hole in my heart as I watched the structure I had built over five years fall apart.
It was through no fault of my own, or anyone else's, but everyone was leaving for their own jobs and careers and college studies.
Five years of school and tests and more stress than anyone could ever shake a stick at, which was everything our bonds were based on. We'd fought tough teachers, final exams, and our own selves to finally receive scholarships, diplomas, and dreams. Now the war was over, and the army was disbanding.
This same situation had happened countless times for me in video games, the disbanding of the troops so farmers could go and work the fields and mercenaries could be hired again for a fresh conflict, and I always felt a slight pang at seeing them go.
This pang, however, tugged at my heartstrings and was real.
With my Asperger's syndrome, I had a lot of trouble doing normal things that people could do with ease, and one of those things was knowing how to say goodbye.
With each friend who left, I felt a piece of me leave with them. Whether they were good friends, lost loves, or allies that I would trust with my deepest secrets and fears, they took a sizable part of me away.
"Hey man, you okay?"
I turned to watch my best friend, who was one of the last to go, as he put a comforting hand on my shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm getting there," I answered.
"You know most of us will be back here by December." He added, "Including me, then we'll hit the comic book store like always!"
"Can't wait." I smiled, giving him one last hug before he too left.
Sure they'd all come back, but what changes and new experiences would they bring with them? This place would never be home to them again, they'd all have their own careers, their new friends in college or the military. It wouldn't be the same as now, where we had all gone through the same grueling gauntlet and had that shared experience to bond us together. Now everything was changing, and that didn't seem to matter much anymore.
For the first three months, I threw myself into my career. I was an author, and writing was the only thing I was ever good at.
So I sold my talents, reaching out to become a Freelancer. With every accepted contract, I was happier, and as the money started to flow in, I was a bit richer too.
Writing gave me something to work for, and that's what I needed, a goal to focus on so I could ignore the memories of my friends.
We called and texted and emailed, or even met in person if they were close enough, but my heart still hurt when we contacted.
It hurt more with every single goodbye.
I lost more because the people I called my friends weren't the same.
So I kept writing, trying to fill in the parts of me I lost with work and stories of my own creation. I created new friends, letting them live in my head as I recreated my glory days.
School was stressful, crazy, and far too loud for my own good. Still, it gave me something to fight for with allies who were doing the same thing.
Much like Batman or the Incredible Hulk, I loved to work alone, but I did my best with a team around me even if I didn't know it.
Now I was alone again, and missing what I didn't know I needed.
Six months, a breakup, and several writing contracts later. I looked up from my computer and stared at a photo that had been hanging on my wall for two years.
It was a photo of me and a good friend at prom, hugging and dancing as we smiled at the camera, and I had a spontaneous thought.
I wonder how she's doing?
If she was still around, maybe we could hang out and catch up. We hadn't seen one another since she'd changed schools, so who knows what would happen?
I spent about fifteen minutes emailing the email I had, and then sending her a text thirty minutes later, wondering if she had the same habit of not checking her email for days.
As I checked my computer again, I noticed an email from Google that said her email didn't exist anymore, and after a few moments I got a text saying the same thing.
Stubborn pride welled in my chest as I refused to give up, my hands already coursing over the keyboard as I googled her name, hoping to find a social media page, a blog, a website.
But I did find confirmation she lived at the same address, so I decided to write her a letter.
This was it.
The letter was in my hand and I slipped it into the mailbox, running through the checklist one final time to make absolutely sure it would reach the destination I wanted it to. I knew that she or someone who knew her was at the same address, I'd included my contact information, and a request to hang out if she was still around.
Then it was sent.
I waited, waited, and waited some more, and as days turned into weeks I watched my phone for a text or my computer for an email.
I kept watching and waiting, writing to fill in the gaps as I wondered what I would do if she responded. And what I'd do if she didn't.
Until finally the realization dawned on me after two weeks, unless she lived out of the country, she wasn't going to answer my letter.
I'd sent the last piece of me out with that letter, in one last vain attempt to return things to how they were, and it hadn't been answered.
The oddest part was, it didn't hurt at all. I didn't feel any regret over my actions or any anger at the lack of a response. It was okay.
So I put the past and the girl behind me and moved on.
Sometimes I missed the family that my school had created, but I was doing well enough on my own. I had money, a writer's group, and a collection of online fans who enjoyed my writing and always conversed with me.
I'd learned how to say goodbye, how to embrace change, and how to keep myself happy and okay with being alone as I struggled to rebuild my social life.
But it was the hardest lesson to learn, and I had to hope that I wouldn't become good at saying goodbye.
Because it was a skill I didn't want to use often, I liked hellos better.
Sadly with all the changes in my life, I've learned how to say goodbye, and while its a terrible lesson I hate having to learn I've learned it.
This musical story really made me want to keep doing covers and I definitely will do another musical story in the future. Thank you for all the support for this story and project.
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