Goodbyes.Mature

"But.. But... why not?" I stammer, my lips aching to be back on his. 

"Because I'm not staying." He said shortly. 

"Wh-What?" 

"I'm not sticking around. I'm leaving. Tomorrow. This is the last time you're ever going to see me." 

"WHAT?! Why?" I exclaim, breaking free of his grip. He stepped back toward me, took my wrists in his hands, and kissed me. 

"Oh how I wish this wasn't the first and last time I'll be with you..." He sighed, brushing a few stray hairs off my face. 

"Why does it have to be?" I sob, unwanted tears streaking uncontrollably down my cheeks. 

"I can't tell you. But I can tell you that you won't ever see me again. Forget me. I am nothing. And if the police come, you didn't see me today." He says slowly. Then he kisses me again, and murmurs: "I love you.." Before pulling me close one last time, and finally, running away, as fast as he could, before I could stop him. 

"I love you too!" I call after him, and he raises a hand in acknowledgement. "We will meet again." I say quietly to myself. Despite what he thinks, I am determined to see him again. Whatever his plan, I will find him. 

That, I swear to myself. To him. To our growing love. 

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