Tears

Jesse was stood in his house, facing his closed front door, forehead resting against its surface. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he closed his eyes and imagined himself standing up straight. He imagined himself swinging open the door and rushing out; calling out to the person who was now walking away down the street, probably already halfway to their car. He imagined himself running up, grabbing their hand, explaining everything while he fought away the tears. He imagined what it would have been like if he had done that an hour ago - while he still had the chance. But he hadn’t. He didn’t even try to stop the one person he truly loved from storming out. He just stood and watched the door slam, leaving him to an empty house.

Jesse turned around, taking his head away from the door, fighting back the real tears in his eyes.