for my wrist.
“Please don’t leave like this.”
I looked at her hand.
She let go.
“I’m not leaving like this,” I said. “I’m leaving honestly.”
Then I picked up my coat and walked out.
No shouting.
No slammed door.
No dramatic speech on the porch.
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