She's Leaving

Ben

On Friday, Mila was almost back to her old self. She had taken the wound dressing off and decided that it was healed enough to not have to wear it anymore. The skin was pink, tracing the outline of the cut, and it was an ugly reminder that someone had hurt her, but it would heal perfectly in a matter of time. Everything was like that, wasn’t it?

Her eyes were bright again, she ate well, and she smiled again. It was beautiful to see how Mila crawled back out of her shell, and it was wonderful to know that I had helped her. She had done so much for me in my difficult times, it was great to be able to return the favor. But this wasn’t about owing her something. I had wanted to do this for her because it was Mila Castle, the only woman I had ever loved.

No matter what I had done for her, Mila had done most of her bouncing back on her own. She was strong, and she had managed to pick up the pieces herself. She barely needed me. It was so attractive that a woman didn’t need a man. Becaus