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‎AMPING ‎--- ‎Engfa had always been the one who said goodbye first. ‎Not because she wanted to leave. ‎But because she knew if she stayed a little longer, she wouldn't be able to. ‎“Text me when you get home,” Charlotte said. ‎“I will.” ‎Engfa reached for the door, then looked back. ‎“Amping.” ‎Charlotte smiled. ‎“You too.” ‎It became their little habit. ‎Every goodbye ended with
‎AMPING ‎--- ‎Engfa had always been the one who said goodbye first. ‎Not because she wanted to leave. ‎But because she knew if she stayed a little longer, she wouldn't be able to. ‎“Text me when you get home,” Charlotte said. ‎“I will.” ‎Engfa reached for the door, then looked back. ‎“Amping.” ‎Charlotte smiled. ‎“You too.” ‎It became their little habit. ‎Every goodbye ended with "amping". ‎Until one day, there was no promise to come back. ‎--- ‎“I got accepted.” ‎Charlotte's smile appeared immediately. ‎“That’s good.” ‎It was the opportunity she'd been waiting for—the life she'd always talked about. ‎Engfa had listened to every dream. ‎She had memorized them. ‎So she should have been happy. ‎She was. ‎That was what made it hurt. ‎“How long?” ‎“I don't know.” ‎Engfa nodded. ‎“And us?” ‎Charlotte went quiet. ‎No explanation. ‎No promise. ‎Just silence. ‎Engfa looked down at their intertwined hands. ‎She wanted to ask her to stay. ‎She wanted to say, "Choose me." ‎Instead, she squeezed Charlotte's hand once. ‎“You should go.” ‎Charlotte's eyes filled with tears. ‎“What about you?” ‎“I'll be okay.” ‎“You don't have to be.” ‎Engfa looked away. ‎“Maybe not today.” ‎Charlotte stepped closer and hugged her. ‎Engfa held on too tightly. ‎As if she could memorize the warmth of her, the weight of her arms, the familiar scent of her hair. ‎For one last moment, she let herself pretend this wasn't goodbye. ‎Then Charlotte whispered, ‎“I love you.” ‎Engfa closed her eyes. ‎“I love you too.” ‎Neither of them said "don't go." ‎Because they both knew. ‎Charlotte finally pulled away. ‎Engfa wanted to pull her back. ‎She didn't. ‎She watched the woman she loved wipe her tears and try to smile. ‎Then Charlotte reached for the door. ‎Engfa suddenly remembered every goodbye they'd ever had. ‎Every "text me when you get home." ‎Every "see you tomorrow." ‎Every careless "amping" said without thinking. ‎She wished she had known. ‎She wished she had held every goodbye like it might be the last. ‎Charlotte turned around. ‎Their eyes met. ‎Engfa smiled first. ‎“Amping.” ‎Charlotte's lips trembled. ‎“Amping pud.” ‎And then she left. ‎No dramatic goodbye. ‎No final kiss. ‎No promise that distance wouldn't change them. ‎Just two words they'd said a hundred times before. ‎Only this time, Engfa knew there wouldn't be another one tomorrow. ‎She stood by the door long after Charlotte disappeared. ‎She didn't run after her. ‎She didn't call her back. ‎She simply sat on the floor beside the door and cried. ‎Because there was no one left to tell her it was okay. ‎--- ‎Years passed. ‎Engfa learned how to live with the silence. ‎She learned how to stop checking her phone whenever it lit up. ‎She learned that healing didn't mean forgetting. ‎But she never learned how to hear "amping" without thinking of Charlotte. ‎Sometimes it came from a friend. ‎Sometimes from a message. ‎And every time, there was that tiny ache. ‎Not sharp anymore. ‎Just familiar. ‎Like an old scar. ‎One evening, she found the old message she never sent. ‎"Please come back." ‎She stared at it for a long time. ‎Then deleted it. ‎Not because she didn't love Charlotte anymore. ‎But because she finally understood. ‎Charlotte hadn't left because their love wasn't enough. ‎She left because sometimes love is real and still doesn't get to stay. ‎Engfa looked out the window. ‎The sky was turning gold. ‎She wondered if Charlotte was somewhere beneath the same sunset. ‎Maybe happy. ‎Maybe living the life she'd dreamed of. ‎Engfa hoped so. ‎She hoped Charlotte remembered her too. ‎The girl who wanted to ask her to stay. ‎The girl who loved her enough not to. ‎Engfa smiled softly. ‎“Amping, Charlotte.” ‎For once, it didn't feel like goodbye. ‎It felt like gratitude. ‎Because once, someone had loved her enough to leave—and she had loved someone enough to let her go. ‎Somewhere beneath all those years of silence, one word remained. ‎Not goodbye. ‎Not forever. ‎Just— ‎PUHON. . . . . #engfawaraha #charlotteaustin #englot #wlw #fyp

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