WRITING OBSTACLE
Write a story containing a large amount of dialogue, but without using the word 'said'.
Explore other ways to describe speech. Remember, forcing synonyms for 'said' into dialogue can be awkward; you don't need to use speech tags for every line.
Last Goodbye
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โAre you really leaving?โ I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Gabe looked away, his fingers fumbling with the zipper of his jacket. โYeah. Itโsโฆ itโs not my choice.โ
โBut you can fight it, right?โ I stepped closer, searching his face for anything, anything to hold onto.
He chuckled, dry and humorless. โYou know me. Iโm terrible at fighting.โ
โIโll fight for you.โ My throat burned as the words scraped their way out.
โYou shouldnโt have to.โ His voice cracked, and for the first time, Gabe wouldnโt meet my eyes.
โI donโt care.โ I grabbed his wrist, desperate. โIโll do anything. Justโฆ donโt leave like this.โ
A long pause.
โI have to.โ
โNo, you donโt!โ My voice shot up, trembling. โWe promised, Gabe. Remember? โAn eternity weโll spend together.โ You made me believe it.โ
He sighed, the sound sharp and final. โI believed it too.โ
โThen why?โ My chest ached so bad I couldnโt breathe. โWhy are you breaking it?โ
Gabe pulled his hand free, running it through his hair. โBecause lifeโs cruel. And sometimes it takes the people you love most and scatters them across the world like dust.โ
โIโm not dust, Gabe.โ A tear slid down my cheek before I could stop it.
โI know.โ His voice dropped so low I barely heard him.
The clock struck eight. The headlights of a car flashed through the window of the old restaurant.
โI gotta go.โ
โWait โ please โ one last hug.โ
For a moment, I thought he wouldnโt. But then he was in my arms, and everything shattered.
โIโll miss you, you idiot,โ I mumbled into his shoulder.
โIโll miss you more.โ He pulled back, his smile trembling like glass.
And then, just like that โ he was gone.