XXXII

He held her hand and traced her face with it, one last time before letting go.

He did not know when he’ll see her again. He was not even sure if she was coming back.

“Take care,” she said.

She waved him good bye and walked on.

There she was, giddy, and so full of dreams, fading away in the landscape.

There he was, dying, and fading away every minute.