Emily and Steve Part 9

It hit me then. She was leaving. She had always planned to leave tonight. That's why the suitcases were there already. She had already packed.

I feel to my knees, trying to beg her, but instead just sobs came out of my mouth as tears rolled down my face.

Emily started crying as well, she opened the door, and gave one look back. "I am sorry, Steve, I love you, but I have to do this. Goodbye."

The door shut behind her. I crumpled on the floor.

* * *

Emily wasn't in at work on Tuesday. Rita came by to tell me that Emily had given Glen her resignation letter, effective immediately, on Monday after work. She had left a forwarding address for her final pay cheque to Tessa's place in the country.

I fell apart after that, as you do after relationships end. I went through the usual stages. Drinking and crying, drinking and seeing hookers, drinking and cursing Emily, drinking and trying to call her late at night, and finally just drinking.

Time has passed, and I think things are better now. I ran into Tessa last week. After a few awkward words, I asked about Emily. Tessa just said that things were going well, and she was going to be starting at Virginia Tech in the fall for industrial design.

I smiled. "Great to hear. Tell her I said hi, and wish her luck with her studies for me, okay?" Tessa promised she would, and then she walked away.

As for me, I still work at the same company in the same boring job. I still go home and whack off to tranny porn most weeknights, and go out crusing the tranny bars on weekends. I keep hoping that I will meet another girl. A girl like Emily, but this time one that wants to settle down, to make a life with me. There's been a couple how have been potentials, but nothing has stuck yet. But I haven't given up hope. She's out there, I know it. I just have to keep searching.

In the meantime, I always have my memories of the glorious time I spent with that special girl named Emily.