Some goodbyes aren't spoken; they're felt. Howdy Zapficers馃, I trust you're all well. It's zapfic time. Welcome to my microfiction.
The memory was still raw.
"I'm sorry, babe," he said.
She flinched. Mark saw the fear in her eyes and reached for her hand. She recoiled at his touch. With strength scraped from somewhere deep, she rose.
Saying nothing, she retreated into the rain. There, her tears fell, silently unbothered.
Thank you for reading馃槉.
I wish y'all a productive week.