Fireworks

Fading fireworks. Fading relationships. One bright moment of colour, excitement and then it fades away into the darkness.

"Goodbye." She says.

He doesn't say anything.

"Goodbye." She repeats.

Silence, as they stand facing each other, three feet apart. Where three feet used to be zero so long ago.

She turns and walks. Her brown hair tugged at by the wind.

"Goodbye." He finally whispers.

But the only sound she hears is the wind in her ears.