As I sat on my bed I decided to search up the meaning of goodbye and let my thoughts run wild.

Goodbye: used to express good wishes when parting or at the end of a conversation.

an instance of saying "goodbye"; a parting.
"a final goodbye"

What kind of shit do they want me to believe? 'A final goodbye'? Is that supposed to be good? Fuck that.

That didn't sound happy, now did it? Why shouldn't I hate the word goodbye?

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The next day I woke up the same, I went to work the same and Frank still wasn't there.

So I ended up talking to Phil more.

"Well, it's getting late. I should start heading out." I stated, starting to head out of the bakery.

"Wait!"

I stopped halfway out the door, turned around, walked in and closed the door.

"I mean- please stay." He pleaded as I sat down.

"Okay, do you want to talk?" "Sure." He smiled up at me.

So we did, we talked for hours on end. Until I finally decided to leave, with a yawn and a mumbled, "see you tomorrow." I left.

I ended up dreaming good, I got up good, my mood was pretty good. That is until later on.