"So..." he said slowly, looking at his feet.
"So?" she asked, her eyes still blank.
"I guess this is goodbye." He looked up at her.
"Oh." Her face became immediately sad. "I guess," she said.
"I wish it wasn't so." He looked down again.
"Yeah. But it is." She had this look in her eyes as if she were pointing out something obvious.
He reached for her, but knowing that an embrace would hurt more, he simply stood tugging at her sleeve, afraid to look up.
She sighed. "You know, you could just stay."
He looked up, his hand still on her arm. He had a look full of pain in his eyes when he answered her. "But I can't," he said thickly.
Slowly, the tears fell down his cheeks, and he just stood there looking at her, not even bothering to wipe them away.
"I love you," he whispered as a last resort, hoping she would answer him, hoping she would throw herself in his arms again. But this time she just stood there looking at him, shaking her head.
"It can't save you this time," she said, the tears running down her cheeks too. She deliberately took a step back, hoping that would help her control the urge to hold onto him. His arm fell down against his leg and he wanted to reach out for her, hold her as they cried together, only she was too far away now.
"I know," he said, trying hard to keep his voice steady. He too took a step back, just as the speakers around them announced his plane were ready for boarding now.
"I'll miss you," he said, walking slowly backwards. He wanted most of all right now to just run over and kiss her. But he needed to do this, and holding her would make it even harder to leave. They couldn't have a happy ending. This wasn't a fairytale.
She was shaking ever so slightly, trying to prevent herself from thinking she would never see him again, because she knew that was the truth. She held up a hand in farewell, and when she knew he couldn't hear her, she let out a sob.
He blew her a kiss, and they turned around at the same time, not wanting to see the other walk away.
And not once did they turn around.