Tag: Endings

  • The Departure

    The Departure

    The invitation came wrapped as a question. “You’re invited,” he said.“But aren’t you working Monday?” It was offered on days he already knew I could not go. I recognised it instantly. I wasn’t invited. My stomach dropped.The door widened. I said it gently.How it landed for me.That I would rather honesty than something half-held.An invitation…

  • The Gate

    The Gate

    During our time together, there was a gate. I never went past it. I was never invited inside.He would stand there waiting, beside it, every time. At first, it felt practical.Later, it became familiar.Eventually, I understood it as something else. It was a physical boundary I was not meant to cross.And quietly, it was an…