Gone

"I'm sorry. I really truly do love you. But I can do this."
I open my mouth to speak but no words come out. He looks at the ground awkwardly and finally turns to walk away. My mouth snaps shut and opens again, still struggling to form words. Instead, I finally reach out to catch his arm. It escapes my reach and he's already so far. I want to scream, to plead, to beg.
Please don't leave me.
My feet finally begin to respond and they stutter start. I run after him, only to trip. My clumsiness betrayed me at my worst hour. He's gone now. Out of sight but not out of mind. Still on the floor, I pull into myself. I don't know what to do. Then I notice it. Barely, but still notice it. The color of the room is...fraying. Turning gray. I sit up and rub my eyes. I look again and now the room is gray. Scared, I run to our room. It's fading fast and it terrifies me. The window is open and I see the sky's pretty azure deteriorating. I lean out the edge as the last of the blue sinks away. My fingers curl gently into my palms and I step back from the window, sinking onto the unmade bed. The whole world was gray and I could only think of one thing. I crawled to his side of the bed and clutched at the cool pillow that managed to still have his cologne clinging to it. My tears could have made an ocean for all I knew. But...
He is gone.
He's gone.
Gone
Gone
Gone
Gone....