Goodbye (a minni story)

Laughter filled the room. She and her friends sat on her bed, talking and laughing, but it wasn't the same. She put up a good act. Her “smile” even reached her eyes. No one thought anything of it. No one saw the slice of pain that no amount of acting could get rid of. The slice of pain that was slowly eating it's way out of her heart.
It had started years ago, and steadily got worse. Just lately, a friend had left without even saying goodbye. Sure, she had had some warning, but she wanted to say goodbye one last time. It had never happened. Her friend had never showed, never called, and never said goodbye.
The freshest wounds always hurt the most as the old ones ached in sympathy. They were never to heal completely. They would never gain the chance. The world constantly wages a war against the heart.
The saddest thing is, adults never think children know what true pain is. They think children over-exaggerate everything that's going on. Anyone below 25 obviously doesn't know what “true” pain is because they're too young. So children hide their pain and grow apart from the adults, and the adults wonder why.
So she sat on her bed, smiling because she had to. “It's not like he's dying,” was what everyone kept saying, “he'll come back.” 'Yeah, but he's gone now,' she longed to scream, 'and he wouldn't even say goodbye.'
Goodbye. The saddest word in the English language. It hurts to say it, but it hurts more when you don't get the chance. When you don't get the chance to know that everything is alright between you and friend or a family member. It hurts to say goodbye, but it hurts more not to say it.

Goodbye...