The Summer He Never Spoke About - The Words That Came Too Late - Part 15

 

“She said…”

The boy didn’t move.

Not even a little.

Grandpa’s voice was softer now… almost fragile.

“She looked at me…”

“…and this time… she didn’t look away.”

The night felt still.

“And then she said…”

He paused.

“‘I won’t be coming from tomorrow.’”

The boy’s expression fell instantly.

“That’s it?” he asked, almost in disbelief.

Grandpa nodded.

“She said it simply,” he continued.

“No hesitation… no breaking…”

“But that’s… huge,” the boy said.
“How can she say it like that?”

Grandpa smiled faintly.

“Because,” he said,
“she had already gone through it… before saying it.”

The boy went quiet.

“What did you say?” he asked after a moment.

Grandpa looked down.

“Nothing.”

The boy stared at him.

“Nothing?!”

Grandpa shook his head slowly.

“I tried,” he said.

“But the words…”

He paused.

“…they didn’t come.”

The boy leaned back, frustrated.

“You could have stopped her,” he said.
“You could have said something… anything!”

Grandpa looked at him.

“And said what?”

The boy opened his mouth…

Then closed it.

“I don’t know…” he admitted.

Grandpa smiled gently.

“Exactly.”

Silence settled again.

“She stood there for a few seconds,” Grandpa continued.

“And then… she added something.”

The boy straightened again.

“What?”

Grandpa’s voice dropped.

“‘They’re sending me away… to my aunt’s place.’”

The boy frowned.

“For how long?”

Grandpa shook his head.

“She didn’t say.”

“And you didn’t ask?” the boy pressed.

Grandpa looked at him.

“No.”

“Why?!”

“Because,” Grandpa said quietly,
“I already knew the answer didn’t matter.”

The boy didn’t understand.

“What do you mean?”

Grandpa exhaled slowly.

“Because whatever she said…”

He looked into the distance.

“…it wasn’t going to be tomorrow.”

The boy went silent.

“And then…” Grandpa continued,

“She picked up her pot.”

The boy watched him closely.

“But before she left…”

Grandpa said.

The boy leaned in again.

“She looked at me…”

A pause.

“And this time…”

Grandpa’s voice almost broke.

“She smiled.”

The boy didn’t speak.

“But it wasn’t like before,” Grandpa added.

“How?” the boy asked softly.

“It wasn’t light…”

“It wasn’t shy…”

He paused.

“It felt like…”

The words came slower now.

“…a goodbye she didn’t want to say.”

The night grew heavier.

“Did she leave after that?” the boy asked.

Grandpa nodded.

“Yes.”

“And you?”

“I stood there.”

“Again…” the boy said quietly.

Grandpa smiled faintly.

“Yes.”

“But this time…”

He paused.

“I knew…”

The boy looked at him.

“…that she wouldn’t turn back.”

Silence filled the space between them.

“And she didn’t,” Grandpa said.

The boy swallowed.

“Did you ever see her again?” he asked softly.

Grandpa didn’t answer.

Not immediately.

Instead, he looked up at the sky.

Longer than before.

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