You say Goodbye and I say Hello
“Samantha;” came his voice, whispering to me in the night and rousing me from my dreams.
I sat up to see him standing at the foot of my bed and met his eyes. The moonlight spilling in from the window gave him a strangely beautiful glow.
“Hello darling,” he said with a sad smile on his face.
“How did you get in here?” I asked. I was certain that I’d locked the door.
“I love you,” he told me.
“I love you too,” I said. Something about his smile and the way he was speaking told me that something was wrong. “What is it, Pete?”
“I came here to say goodbye. We have to stop seeing each other,” he said.
His words seemed to echo off of the walls as a cold quiet filled the room.
“I don’t understand,” I said, trying not to let the mounting sorrow overtake me.
“It’s not you, Samantha; you’ve been wonderful. It’s me.”
“Oh spare me the generic break-up bullshit, Pete,” I snapped at him.
He closed his eyes a moment, appearing to fight back tears of his own.
“What is it?” I asked again. “I don’t understand. Is there someone else?”
“No, there’s no one else,” he told me.
“Then what is it?!”
“I’m such an idiot sometimes. Oh God, how could I be such a fool!” His voice was thick with grief. “Sam, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I did something very stupid.”
“What, Pete? What did you do? Whatever it is, we can work through it…”
“No we can’t, babe; we can’t work through this one. There’s just no way.”
“Would you just tell me already?”
“Alright,” he said; taking in a deep breath. “Tonight was Ryan’s bachelor party. We went to a couple of bars. I don’t know how much I drank, I lost count at some point. I shouldn’t have been driving…”
“Did you hit someone?”
“No,” he told me. “No, I didn’t hit anyone.” There was a short pause before he continued. A single tear rolled down his cheek.
“Something jumped out in front of me,” he said. “I don’t know what it was, a deer or a dog… I don’t know. It doesn’t matter, anyway. I swerved to avoid whatever it was and ran off the road into a cluster of trees. I wrapped the car around a tree… You know, I thought it would hurt more than it did…”
“So… What? They got you for a DUI?” I asked. “How did you get away?”
“I didn’t, Sam. I didn’t get away,” He told me; the tears now running unchecked down his cheeks. “I just wanted to see you one last time before…”
“Before what?” I asked. I knew the answer, but I didn’t want to acknowledge it.
“I’m sorry, darling.” He said, drifting backwards and away from me.
“Where are you going?” I asked, panic and sorrow feeding on one another. “Don’t leave me, Pete.”
“My sister should be calling you soon, Sam.”
“Don’t you leave me!” My panic and sorrow turned quickly to rage. “Don’t you dare leave me Pete, you son of a bitch! Come back here!!”
“I love you,” he said calmly.
“I need you!” I shouted.
The ringing of the phone from my nightstand awoke me. I opened my eyes to see the ceiling above highlighted with dim moonlight. My cheeks were still wet with tears; my body still digesting the intense emotions of the dream. Panic and terror and sorrow were mixing together inside of me like a cocktail of hysteria.
The phone rang again. I stared at it coldly, trying to will it to silence.
But it rang again.
Slowly, with a hand that would not be still; I reached for it.
“Hello?”
I sat up to see him standing at the foot of my bed and met his eyes. The moonlight spilling in from the window gave him a strangely beautiful glow.
“Hello darling,” he said with a sad smile on his face.
“How did you get in here?” I asked. I was certain that I’d locked the door.
“I love you,” he told me.
“I love you too,” I said. Something about his smile and the way he was speaking told me that something was wrong. “What is it, Pete?”
“I came here to say goodbye. We have to stop seeing each other,” he said.
His words seemed to echo off of the walls as a cold quiet filled the room.
“I don’t understand,” I said, trying not to let the mounting sorrow overtake me.
“It’s not you, Samantha; you’ve been wonderful. It’s me.”
“Oh spare me the generic break-up bullshit, Pete,” I snapped at him.
He closed his eyes a moment, appearing to fight back tears of his own.
“What is it?” I asked again. “I don’t understand. Is there someone else?”
“No, there’s no one else,” he told me.
“Then what is it?!”
“I’m such an idiot sometimes. Oh God, how could I be such a fool!” His voice was thick with grief. “Sam, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I did something very stupid.”
“What, Pete? What did you do? Whatever it is, we can work through it…”
“No we can’t, babe; we can’t work through this one. There’s just no way.”
“Would you just tell me already?”
“Alright,” he said; taking in a deep breath. “Tonight was Ryan’s bachelor party. We went to a couple of bars. I don’t know how much I drank, I lost count at some point. I shouldn’t have been driving…”
“Did you hit someone?”
“No,” he told me. “No, I didn’t hit anyone.” There was a short pause before he continued. A single tear rolled down his cheek.
“Something jumped out in front of me,” he said. “I don’t know what it was, a deer or a dog… I don’t know. It doesn’t matter, anyway. I swerved to avoid whatever it was and ran off the road into a cluster of trees. I wrapped the car around a tree… You know, I thought it would hurt more than it did…”
“So… What? They got you for a DUI?” I asked. “How did you get away?”
“I didn’t, Sam. I didn’t get away,” He told me; the tears now running unchecked down his cheeks. “I just wanted to see you one last time before…”
“Before what?” I asked. I knew the answer, but I didn’t want to acknowledge it.
“I’m sorry, darling.” He said, drifting backwards and away from me.
“Where are you going?” I asked, panic and sorrow feeding on one another. “Don’t leave me, Pete.”
“My sister should be calling you soon, Sam.”
“Don’t you leave me!” My panic and sorrow turned quickly to rage. “Don’t you dare leave me Pete, you son of a bitch! Come back here!!”
“I love you,” he said calmly.
“I need you!” I shouted.
The ringing of the phone from my nightstand awoke me. I opened my eyes to see the ceiling above highlighted with dim moonlight. My cheeks were still wet with tears; my body still digesting the intense emotions of the dream. Panic and terror and sorrow were mixing together inside of me like a cocktail of hysteria.
The phone rang again. I stared at it coldly, trying to will it to silence.
But it rang again.
Slowly, with a hand that would not be still; I reached for it.
“Hello?”
posted by donteatpoop at 3:11 AM
3 Comments:
Nice, I have to say after reading the first few sentences, my mind went to the exact same ending.
Great minds think alike.
Good read Ben-jamin.
I like it, I dont know if you should write more or not though because there will be some people that want it to only have been a dream and he is alive, some might want it to be a look into the future, or for it to have really happened, I don't know, maybe you should just leave it there and have people say there version in the comments. I love it so far though.
Thanks realprety. I don't intend on writing more, I like the open ending as is. Glad you dug on it.
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