Can't Say Goodbye

by Eden Finley

I don’t hesitate to run into them and wrap my hands around his back and bury my head in his shoulder. Then Kit is behind me, and I’m where I belong. Where I’ve wanted to belong since we first met. With them.

I want to see them again, no doubt. For a day, a week, a month. The only problem with that is each time we make it happen, this has to happen as well. The goodbyes. What goes up must come down. All hellos morph into goodbyes.

I could kiss my brother for redirecting the attention to him and giving me an opportunity to get away. I’m out the door to the restaurant and ordering an Uber before they even realize I’m gone. Hopefully. I make my pickup spot around the corner, just in case.