~Carson~

   I held her tight. I didn't want to leave her, didn't want her to leave me. But she was right. It was safer for both of us if we didn't have to worry about each other.

   But I would always worry about her. I guess I'd known it all along, but I love her.

   I forced myself to let go of her, now, saying, "I hope we meet again someday. Bye." I walked away then, knowing that if I didn't do it then, then I never would.

The End

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