ginger snapped.

Tell me, what would I say?

Don’t go.

Something else?

As if there exists words would weave some magic into the world and stop you from leaving with your orders and your pride.

As if either of us have ever said it out loud.

I would rather say nothing as we always do, nothing except

I’ll see you later, okay?

or

Miss you now and then.

or, more simply,

Goodnight.

Those words have always been good enough.