The battle is finally over. It’s dark now. A natural dark, rather than the eclipse we had during the fight.

Everyone is with their friends or family. Some going home, others getting medical help. But I stand alone, watching her.

I watch her looking around. Searching for me. She can’t see me. A small part of me wants to go to her. To hold her, kiss her, and tell her everything will be ok.

But I don’t. I can’t stay here anymore. I’m not good for her. I put her in danger, and I distract her from her duty.

It’s better for me to leave, now. But I can’t. My feet won’t move.

I can see the moment she senses me. She turns, and finally sees me.

We stare at each other. I know what she wants to say, and I know she understands what I want to say. She wants to come closer. But if I let her, if she speaks to me, I know I’ll stay with her. And that would kill us both.

The smoke gets thicker around me. I start at her for just a moment longer, but it’s time to leave.

I slowly turn and walk away.

Goodbye.