Between Hello and Goodbye

by Emma Scott

He sighed. “No, we don’t live together. But I always just walk in. Because you leave the door unlocked. For me.” “Well, that’s…stupid,” I said, my eyes filling. “And unsafe. To let anyone bust in and…and hurt me.” “I’m not anyone,” he said. “And I’m hurting too.”

“We’re stuck, aren’t we? Trapped somewhere between hello and goodbye.”

To hold someone’s heart and keep it safe? It’s a big responsibility, and I know she doubts herself.”

“I love you,” he whispered. “I don’t know much of anything anymore, but I know that. Whatever is left of me, is yours.”