Boston

I stopped on the begining of the park. It was a cloudy night but there was enough moonlight for me to see her siluette sitting on one of the benches. She was turned away from the enterance so she didn't see me.
I took a breath and started to think of the reasons she would call me here tonight. Her text message kept appearing before my eyes.
"We need to talk, I don't know if I can do this anymore...Meet me in the park"
What did she mean by that? Is she breaking up with me? My heart skipped a beat - she won't do that... we're together for more than a year. Beside, she tells me she loves me all the time. Okay, not this month really, she wasn't quite her self, but I thought it was just PMSing and tried to avoid her when she was like that... Is it about me not being with her that much? I sighed.
I looked back up to her siluette and headed towards it. Guess I'll find out soon enough.

She turned when she heard me coming. Her face was wet from tears. She must've been crying for a while - her eyes were almoust red.
I quiclky got to her and put my hands softly around her face.
"Jackie, what's wrong? Why are you crying, babe?"
She looked at me and let out a sob, bringing her hands up to her face, covering it. I sat down next to her and brought her closer to me.
"Babe, what's wrong? Is it because we weren't together as much this month? I'm sorry, hon, I just thought you were PMSing and thought it's better to..."
She sneered and looked up so I stopped talking. I'm confused now, what's funny?
"You see? You don't know me! And you don't even care!"
She stood up and I did the same.
"What do you mean? Ofcourse I care, how can you say that?" I tried to hug her again "Why are you so mad at me, baby?"
I could see more tears coming down her cheek, shining in the dark. Jackie looked at me with sadness in her eyes.
"I can't do this anymore. I'm going to Boston, Peter. I need to start a new life. This, here... I'm just so tired of it, I need to leave it all behind." I didn't move, trying to process her words.
"What are you saying?"
She got out of my grip "I'm going to Boston. I'm tired of this life, everything has the same ending... I need a begining, Peter. "
I just stood there, didn't move, didn't say anything. My face was emotionless. She looked at me one more time and turned.
I watched her as she walked away - away from me, away from what we had together. I watched the night, the empty night, still standing in the same place, still thinking about her words.
She's going to Boston.



the end


after reading this, find the song called 'Boston' by Augustana - you'll get the story better ;) tnx for reading... July;)