“It’s not the goodbye that hurts, but the flashbacks that follow…”

I woke up in the morning as the sunlight bathed my skin and the curtains brushed my arms softly. After a couple of blinking, the memories of last night rushed into my head, flooded into my trail of thoughts and automatically a wide smile spread across my face. With my eyes closed, I ran my right hand through the mattress trying to search the warmth that tingling my skin yesterday, but I felt nothing.

Frowning, I forced my eyes open and I saw the bed was empty. Where is she? I asked myself. Maybe she was in her room. Maybe she was embarrassed like a blushing . I smiled again. For the first time that happened without anyone was being drunk. And it wasn’t a mistake either. Both of us have been holding on too long. And last night, showed that we need each other.

And I was happy. I am happy.

Sitting upright, I scanned the whole room and my eyes caught her silhouette between the floating white curtains and I grinned foolishly. She was staring through the window in a bathrobe, lost in her thought. I wondered what she was thinking. Maybe she was thinking about me, about us and our new beginning, I thought hopefully.

I got up from the bed slowly, grabbing my pants and shirt from the floor, and walked quietly towards her. I hugged her from the back, circling my arms on her waist and she twitched.

“Hey,” I murmured on her ear and nuzzled my nose on her shoulder. “Good morning.”

She touched my arms and turned around to face me. Still holding my hands, she whispered gravely, “We have to talk.”

My body jolted from her words and my heart shivered. I hate how she said that. Like something bad had happened. A disaster or…or a trouble.

“What happened? Is something….”

Her eyes were trembling and she shook her head gently. “No,” she said, tightening her grip on my hands. “I…I just want to say…goodbye…”

“What?” I screamed and jerked my hands away from her. I ran my fingers through my dishevelled hair nervously. “Wh-what are you talking about? Goodbye? I thought everything has been sought out…I thought last night…we...you…”I stuttered, rambling.

“I was just being a good wife…to you.”

I gaped. I