HE LET HER GO
He grabbed her by the shoulders from behind, and pulled her closer. He could feel her whole body shaking against his. Without losing his grip, he lowered his head so that his lips touched the back of her earlobes.
“Don’t go.” He said softly, like a whisper – as if it didn’t matter to him if she could hear or not. “I don’t want you to go.” He repeated, his voice cracked. But when she pushed herself away, he didn’t stop her. He didn’t even look up to see her walking away with both hands on her mouth to muffle the sound of her sobs.
He just stood there, his head bowed down, fists clenched and a tear trickling down the curve of his cheek. He just wept silently and listened until the footsteps died down from the distance.
She gave him up, and he let her go.