Goodbye.

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They had nothing to say to each other. She sat on the left side of the bench, and he sat on the right. There was at least three feet of space between them, an empty space filled with her words, separating them.

She could apologize. She could say she was sorry, but really she wasn’t, and lying to him now wouldn’t help. Her hand went to her stomach silently, protectively, as she stared ahead, watching as the trains drove by like blurs.

He didn’t know what to say. She had dropped a bomb on him and he didn’t know how to respond. Her silence wasn’t comforting. She had said what she needed to say. It was his turn to speak, but he had no words.

The long green train stopped in front of them, and the conductor announced that it was time for the passengers to board. She stood up, grabbing her suitcase and moving towards the train. She hesitated, turning around and quickly putting her lips to his forehead.

“Goodbye.” She whispered, turning around and getting on the train, moving to the back so he couldn’t see her and she couldn’t see him. He stayed silent, staring at his hands as the love of his life and his unborn child left him alone, with nothing to say.