Goodbye, My Love
Troy and Gabriella say goodbye to each other before they go their separate ways. Based on Zanessa. Not related to the other two oneshots in this collection.
Just to tell you...
I know this probably isn't going to exactly make you happy, so if you're going through a moment where you feel really depressed/sad about the Zanessa break-up, you might want to put this on your "read later" list and read it at a time when you're feeling better, if you even want to risk reading it at all. It's just pretty much a short story I thought of while I was supposed to be doing homework that I decided to write to try to get some of the sadness out of my head so I could concentrate on my essay better. To give you a little bit of background information, I got the idea for this story because I was thinking of the last articles we ever got of Zanessa before the ones that announced their official break-up. I remember it said they were at a party or something like that and then they checked into a hotel room together for the night, so I kind of think they knew what was going on and just wanted the chance to say goodbye. So anyway, here it goes. And remember, read at your own risk.
"Good morning, beautiful," Troy Bolton said, greeting his girlfriend, Gabriella Montez, as she opened her chocolate eyes. The previous evening had been spent at a party, after which the young couple had gotten a room for the night at a nearby hotel, which they were still in at that moment. However, the assumed reason they were in that room probably wasn't the correct one. Yes, they had made love to one another, but not with the emotions they had always felt before during the process. And no, they hadn't just hooked up after their two week break from one another during which they had thought about their relationship. The reason for their action kind of lay somewhere on the border between those two things, for they were doing it to say goodbye. But why was that?
Well, to be brief, Troy and Gabriella had been dating for five years and two months. Their relationship had always felt firm, passionate, and secure up until the final six months, in which they had crossed many difficult paths. The topic of breaking up-or rather simply "taking a break"-had come up several times over that period, but had grown more prominent during the previous couple of weeks where they had spent time away from one another to really think individually about what to do with their relationship. The night before the current one, Troy had called Gabriella, and together, they had made their final decision to officially take a break, but not until they gave a final goodbye. Neither of them were happy about the break up, but they both knew that, no matter how hard it was, it was for the best.
"Good morning, handsome," Gabriella responded, struggling to push the thoughts that were forcing their way into her head out. This will be the last time I get to say this.
"So, you feeling okay? Not too sore, are you?" As he asked the question, Troy pulled Gabriella a little closer to him and nuzzled his nose into her messy hair, taking in her sweet scent one final time. This will be the last time I get to hold her like this.
"I'm fine." Gabriella forced a smile. No, I'm not fine. I don't want to do this. I don't want to leave him.
She's not fine. I'm not, either. "So," Troy began after a pause, "What now?"
"Well, seeing that we only have the room for..." Gabriella glanced at the clock on the table beside the bed. "...for another half hour, I guess...I guess..."
"This is it," finished Troy quietly.
"I guess it is." Reluctant to leave her place next to Troy, Gabriella took her time in slipping out of bed. She then pulled on the clothes she had brought with her for that morning so she wouldn't have to wear the dress she had worn to the party.
Troy followed Gabriella's example and also got dressed. When that task was complete, he slowly made his way over to her and laced her fingers with his. "So...I guess it's time to...to...say goodbye."
"I guess." Gabriella fought back the tears that threatened to rush down her face. "But first..." She pulled her hands away from Troy's and knelt down to rummage around in the tote she had brought with her to pack some of her necessities in. Drawing out a sweatshirt, she again rose and gave it to Troy. "Here. I thought you might want this back. I won't have any use for it anymore."
"No, keep it," insisted Troy. "You always used it more than I did." A sad smile crossed his face.
Gabriella slipped the sweatshirt over her head. "Thank you." She reached for her bag again, but this time, instead of taking something out of it, she slung it over her shoulder. Just get out of here as soon as you can. The longer you stay, the harder it'll be to leave. "Well, I...I'm gonna go." She walked almost mechanically over to the door. Placing her hand on the knob, she looked behind her and said, "Goodbye." It was then that she turned it and stepped into the hall, struggling with all her heart not to look back.
Troy wiped a tear from his eye as he watched Gabriella turn a corner and disappear from his view. It's over. It really is. Aloud, he whispered, "Goodbye, my love." After staring at the place where she had last stood, he gathered his things and left the room, turning the opposite way she had when she had vanished.
The end of their story had come. Or maybe it was just the beginning.