Write a story which ends as follows: 'He picked up the unopened envelope and set light to it with a match. With a faint smile on his face, he watched the remains crumble in the ashtray'.
It was November, 23rd when he realizes it was already too late. All his small efforts to make amends with her for the past years were not enough. He sits on the couch, put his head between his hands and starts to cry. He hears noise from upstairs. It was her. "She's really leaving and there's nothing I can do." At the same time she thinks "if he asks me to stay with the right words, I'll stay" while she packs. This small annoying "uncommunication" has always happened between them. She never spoke and he never knew how to act. He starts to think about the nothing word and how it has affected him as long as he can remember. How many times he could have done something or said something but the nothing word came along.
He just couldn't realize all she wanted was those three words that he could never say every time she made the same question. She never wanted fancy dinners, elaborated apology cards or expensive gifts. She wanted the truth. She looks at the photographs on the walls. She closes her eyes and all these memories come down like the rain. She feels her heart beating faster, anxious about something she couldn't describe.
She takes a deep breath, trying to feel this emptiness with courage and start to descend the stairs. She opened her mouth to tell him she was leaving and she couldn't find him in the leaving room. The front door was opened. She hesitates. "Has he left like the other times? Should... Should I worry? Am I taking this too hard on him?" She has in her heart that what she is doing will be good for her although the pain she feels in doing it. She pick up the luggage and call the cab.
He opens the front door with flowers and heart in his hands. He made it back fast but not fast enough. Silence. All that resembles her was the pink envelope she left for him. He picked up the unopened envelope and set light to it with a match. With a faint smile on his face, he watched the remains crumble in the ashtray.
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