"Good Bye"

She left him bleeding on the floor, crying as she walked to the Volkswagon. Her dark heels clicked on the dead concrete of the sidewalk. A final brush of the face before she turned the key in the driver's side door, and then he mumbled from the doorway,
"You know, I still love you."
Her face trembled as a new flood of tears scrambled to pour out of her eye sockets.
"I'm sorry. You just can't do that to a person. You can't follow them around for who knows how many years even after they've..." she struggled to keep her voice even, "Just stop following me. Forever. I'm not your girlfriend, and I never will be."
She started to get into the car again.
"Erica."
She stopped, turned her face ever so slightly toward his voice.
"What, Brian?"
He stumbled as he stood up, using the doorway as a crutch. Holding his injured skull he stepped outside into the moonlight. His sad, beaten, torn-grey eyes pleaded with her. She turned away quickly, not wanting to pity him.
"Is that a no, Erica?"
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Yes, Brian."
He took another step toward the street.
"The same no that I got in High School?"
She opened the car door.
"Yes, Brian. Good night."
"So I'm to be all alone in the world?"
Erica got into the car, closed the door and turned the key.
"I never said that."
She gave him one last, pitying look. A guilty look that only teenage girls give to the guys they've just rejected.
"Good night."
And she was gone.