She turns away slowly as he watches. Something tugs in her chest but she chases the thought away. “No, no.” She whispers, “it will only hurt more if I think about it.”

She can’t help but imagine him still standing there, watching her go. “No,” She chastises herself again, “you can’t look back… not anymore.”

Holding her chest tightly, she walks away. One might even think her heart is broken, yet she can still hear it beating furiously in her chest.