Eleanor walked past Patricia and gathered her belongings, putting them in her bag. Patricia stood by her side and asked if she needed any help. Quietly, Eleanor shook her head and gathered her things. When she was done, she wiped her face with a few tissues and sighed. She stared at the vase which had the roses in it and felt like smashing it on the ground but she left it. Not wanting any more things to be shattered like her heart she took the vase and put it in the drawer.
Patricia came to Eleanor and hugged her tightly. “I will miss you, Eleanor,” she said with a sad face and Eleanor hugged her back eagerly.
“I will miss you too, Patricia. But I am afraid this is goodbye.”
Patricia cried and hugged her again. “I wish this hadn’t happened.”
“I don’t,” Eleanor said and tears again bega
