the threads in her head

Leave-

Just go. Leave, leave me alone to face it all by my own. Leave me alone to the conflict of my soul. Go, for a memory of one so broken need not be in your mind. I'll face the music by myself.

Keep the best memory of me that you have, and never think about me with bittersweet thoughts, where you contrast my smile with my look of wretchedness. Run away, far from here so you will have no need to lay your eyes on what is, now, a shell of the previous. Flee, so you will never know the look in my eyes, and be haunted by that.

It's not an act of cowardice, so have no fear about that. For I have pleaded with you to do so, to the near brink of insanity, and there was no other way for you. There was only one choice.

Slowly, I'm getting tired. But here's one last request - do not look back. Do not waver. Run and remember that you were fulfilling my wish.