He could hardly stand to see her cry. Especially when her eyes caught the sun like this. It’s not you, it’s me. He spoke.
You think I don’t know? She asked. You think I enjoy melting and turbulent waters? You think I like being a “homewrecker”, literally? You think I enjoy sweltering heat?
I tried to change. He pleaded.
But, not hard enough. I’m the only one you have, you can’t go anywhere else.
It was just so hard! No matter what I did, Nothing got better.
Ha. Walking, instead of driving, down the street is hard? Recycling all those plastic bottles was hard? You didn’t try long enough to make a difference. I’m sorry. This is goodbye. With those final words, she slipped away.