Why does a farewell always come with a grand celebration? Why are those bits of extreme happiness expressed, when the worst is only about to arrive? Why do people even have to be extra sweet while they are about to leave? I don’t know if it’s just a kind gesture, or a formality or the hiding of sorrows, but to me it feels like a plain slap on the face. Like, ‘Hey! Come back to reality! I’m leaving, you know?’ Great.

Of course, nobody knows when they are about to leave. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not talking about the ‘I’m-going-to-die’ kind of ‘leave’. Only the ‘moving on’ stuff. Honestly, when I look back to it, it hurts if there was a sugary conversation involved in their last words. Like, they knew it all along that this day was about to arrive soon. I start to regret why I even befriended them in the first place! But regrets are fatal. So I turn it into resent. Yes, I hate you for not staying put. Yeah, I hold a grudge against you, so what? Does that make me a bad person now? Cool. That’s really what I had always wished to be! *sigh*

– Suri