She was still there, all around him. Her makeup was on his pillow. The scent of her still clung to his sheets and to his skin. Her voice was stuck in his head. Her soul was attached to his. In that last soft kiss he could taste the desperation he could taste the grief. He didn't want to let her go. When he opened his eyes he found her staring back at him and he saw the future he knew he could have. He joked as he walked away, hoping this wasn't the end. Some things are just too good to let go even if there's no way they could have worked.