Exit Ramp
"You can go. You don't have to do this anymore. I can take care of myself,"
She said in sharp, piercing tone. It wasn't a mere suggestion, she gave her an out. A free pass to leave this life, unencumbered by any guilt or responsibility.
But what she was good in reading between the lines so she understood what she meant: "I don't need you. I'm sick of your drama. Leave."
It was the worst thing you can say to anyone who spent their life trying to make yours better.
Her eyes are nimbus clouds. She straightened her back and walked past this stranger she used to know; slamming the door and the rest of her life behind her.
That was the last time she saw her.














