Hellos Are Harder Than Goodbyes

I downed the drink in my hand, feeling the burn as it slid down my throat. All I could think was, she left me. She just left. She didnt even say goodbye. She probably didnt even think about me when she left.

She probably doesnt miss me. She doesnt know how much I miss her. Her rare smile. Her laugh. Her hair.

'Dammit Zeke, you havent even fucked her' I thought downing my beer. I could not miss her.

I didnt care about her. She wasnt anything. She just left. I hated her. Luna. I hate Luna. She left me without anything.