We are walking in a silence that used to be familiar and safe. We are now strangers who know each other the most. And as we place one foot after the other, the sound of leaves crunching beneath our shoes, our steps no longer in sync, we both silently wonder… how did it ever come to this?
“Talk,” you finally say, your voice calm and defeated. You are terrified. I am too. This conversation is long overdue. “And I’ll listen.”
I shake my head because that’s what we are, that’s what we do. We are polar opposites. We contradict. We collide.
“Ask,” I murmur enough for you to hear. “And I’ll answer.”
You smile, it was once my favorite smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes.
I hold my breath, waiting for your response. I clench my hands into fists so you won’t see how tremendously they’re shaking.
We have gone so far on this path we chose to take. We have danced to hundreds of love songs and slain thousands of dragons. But we are almost at the the crossroads and we are both aware that upon reaching it, we will be going our separate ways. For our destinations are no longer the same.
I take your hand in mine one last time and I do not intend to let go until the final second. Although this is not the ending we expected, we are ending our journey the way we started it. Together.
You open your mouth to speak.
And I am ready. We both are.