His touch, his kiss, had been as tender as the first time they met, every caress was a gift of parting. They had shared in each other’s sadness, both regretting that it had come to this and now, they must go their own separate ways. It was time for her to listen to the quiet voice within, the one that speaks in whispers when you're alone. She had overcome so many of her fears in the last twenty-four hours, and having faith in her decisions was one of them. No matter how much it hurt, it was time to move on, to stop being scared - to trust that she was strong enough to continue this part of the journey without him.