"Do you think you'll be okay?"
"To be frank, I don't know."
"I know you will."
"Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow or the next day or the next. But someday I will."
"I believe in you. No matter what."
"Same goes to you."
"Well, I guess this is the part where we say our goodbyes. I wish you happiness."
He got up, still not leaving, waiting for my answer.
A hint of courage slipped through my tongue that made me utter these words, like a sip of coffee, too smooth, too sweet, too bitter.
"I hope you're happy, even if that happiness does not concern about me anymore."
And just like that, he left.













