Let-s-not-stay-friends

You already lost the part of me that matters most, Elias said. Staying friends is just keeping the ghost of us in the room. It’s a polite way of dragging out the funeral. I’d rather remember us as we were than watch us turn into two people who are careful about what they say to each other.

He walked out into the cool evening air, feeling lighter with every step, leaving the lukewarm coffee and the ghosts behind him. let-s-not-stay-friends

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Let’s not stay friends, Mark, Elias repeated, his hand on the door handle. Let's just be people who once loved each other very much. That’s enough. I’d rather remember us as we were than

The silence that followed wasn't the comfortable kind they were used to. It was sharp and jagged. Mark leaned back, his brow furrowed. You don’t mean that. You’re just hurt.