Done



"I think we're done," he said.

She stared hard at his face, unsure she'd heard right. "W-what? Are you serious?"

"We beat each other up over everything," he said, unable to hide the pain in his deep, blue eyes, the ones she loved to swim in. He didn’t want to be mean, to hurt her. "We talk about it, we seem to move on, and then, bam, and, again..."

"It's how...," she was downing, "the way I process things."

"Well, you'd better try another way, or you're going to be alone a long time." And with that, he was off.

Ed Dzitko

Do all the good you can, by all the means you can, in all the ways you can, in all the places you can, at all the times you can, to all the people you can, as long as ever you can. (John Wesley)

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