Closure

The door closed behind him, and I let out a sigh. It was not a sigh of relief, nor one of regret. It was simply a physical reaction to watching a significant part of my reality walk away. Look at him, a part of my mind said. Look at the way he shoulders through the doorway. How his hips move. How his shadow falls. Look at the way his hair tumbles in the draft caused by him walking away. How he walks. How he walks away. You will need to remember this, said my mind, because you will need to see this again. You will need to watch him leave and you will have to remember why. You will need to watch him leave you over and over and over again, because there will come a time when you forget why and you will refuse to understand. So take a good look, said my mind, and remember. When the time comes, it said, you will need to understand. You will need to understand why he chose to walk away, and why you let him.