Tales From The Mind of Thomas

In the quiet darkness of a moonless night, as the world fell into slumber around him, the image of her walking away filled every thought in his mind. A cruel movie, endlessly looped, playing over and over. He didn’t know that that would be the last time he saw her. The last time she would grace his vision.

How he wished he could turn back time, just for a moment, to hold her hand and tell her how much she meant to him. How much he needed her. To finally voice the things he kept locked inside, afraid that his confession would destroy what they had. The heartache was tremendous, a painful grip deep in his chest.

His eyes welled up, tears threatening to burst like a dam on the verge of collapse. He wished he had told her how much he loved her, regretting every word he never said. He wanted to tell her, but fear held him back. Why didn’t he? Why did he stop himself every time he had the chance?

There were so many times he could have told her. Countless chances, fleeting opportunities to confess. So many moments when he would open his mouth, ready to let the words spill out, only to swallow them back down. Fear gripped his throat, silencing him every time.

The regrets were suffocating, drowning him in pain. The memory of her walking away, unaware that it would be their last meeting, haunted him relentlessly. It was the only memory he could recall. Why was that the only one replaying like a song on loop? So many other memories his mind could have summoned, but all he could see was her walking away.

His only wish was to see her again.