Regrets

The news had hit Roy like a stack of bricks, thoroughly knocking him off of his feet and disorienting him for a good week.

It scarred him for eternity, the loss of his best friend.

She didn’t let it hit her; she couldn’t let it hit her.

She remembers how he acted at the train station; the restriction of marriage making it that he could only touch her to shake hands. They had to wait for the rush of crowds before he cradled her face to kiss her forehead.

She remembers that he had actually said “good-bye.”

She regrets not saying good-bye in return.