His ice blue eyes stare on.

He doesn’t need me.

Nor this misted wilderness we once called our own.

I’m frozen in place.

Unable to move.

Unable to breathe.

He’s leaving…. He won’t be coming back.

I don’t want to live.

Not if it is without him here.

I want to call to him.

I need him.

I love him.

Yet, his words, “This wasn’t meant to be.”

I watch.

His figure disappears into the fog.

A single tear slips to the floor.