The Sixth Goodbye
He blocked my front door, and I couldn’t get him to leave.
Rain and blood ran together, dripping from his pant legs.
I told him that I would never forgive him.
Lorenzo, his eyes red with desperation, collapsed at my feet.
Shuddering in fear, I cradled his limp body and sobbed uncontrollably.
Gripped by the terror of losing him, I threw in the towel.
It came a cycle, happening the second, third, fourth, and fifth time.
“Buzz…”
My phone vibrated.
It was a call from Lorenzo.