Goodbyes.

Grabbing a cigarette after another to dilute the stress of the ambiance, we sat around that bizarre street's corner. It was an unusual place and I think it was what made the day feel so memorable.

The weather was finely blended with mixed feelings of sadness and happiness all together. No one has prepared a Goodbye speech-not early enough at least- so it was a random chit-chat full of random lame jokes, followed by silence and crooked smiles. But it was alright, because the moon looked heavenly beautiful above our heads.

Someone had to leave early and that was when the emotional strain increased as I noticed her watching one of her friends leave. With a genuine grin and melancholic eyes, she was memorializing the last scene for everyone because moving out for a year, at least, is not as easy as it sounds. The sweet irony embraced the scene of a person who's actually leaving watching someone else leave.   

Time passed so slowly, yet the rush of our feelings made it feel like racing as we were racing. Time was slow and we were fast. It felt so uncomfortable; we were all nervous about the ungodly moment of the goodbyes.

More cigarettes grabbed. More warm smiles with tears behind them.  More loud laughs followed by shaky noise. All written inside our iris and deep into our pupils under the title of: The last day.

The moment arrived, where all the weeping and red noses were welcomed. It started with laughs showered with silent tears and ended with sore red eyes and sadness. Let me add, the good kind of sadness as it was accompanied with best wishes. There are no good friends who wouldn't feel happy to watch their friend fulfill their dreams, even if it involved goodbyes.

We had to all leave and it was the hardest pill to swallow. We swallowed it by taking pictures with our confused faces that said everything at once. It still looked pretty good because it was all real and sincere.

We left, counting down to the days we reunite at the same street corner again. We left, knowing that we'd be so lucky only if time passed faster. We left, and I looked up to find out that the moon was gone too and I sighed it all out.