“This wasn’t easy for me,Osten”
Vibeke stared at the ground while her words still lingered in the air. Unable to escape.
Only the soft rain outside could be heard. Kjetil took a sudden sharp breath in and then, let the air slowly escape between his lips.
Osten shifted from one leg to another.
“And everything we were working on. We just got out a album,Vib”
“ Well” Vibeke began ” I’m so sorry. This will never work,we all tried to fool ourselves a little longer but the truth is. I cant. Not anymore.”
Kjetil looked at Vibeke with disbelief. This was going to be his big break. To sing for Tristania,and now Vibeke was ending it. Never to be the same again.
“ Then you must go.” He said in a familiar growl-like moan
Osten suddenly sprang up and looked Kjetil in his eyes. Trying to stare him down. It worked ! Kjetil slummped back down in the chair. Like a naughty child that was being punished.
Vibeke slowly walked to him. Clutching her stomach. Feeling his pain. Taking his hand in hers. She bent down and looked him staight in the face while she whispered.
“ We had a long run. It was fun. Thank you for everything,my friend. Please tell the others of my departure.”
She slowly got up. Tears rolled down her pale cheeks and Osten only stared outside the window.
When he turned his head back to the room. He heard the door “ click” shut
And Vibeke was gone.
Forever...
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