This is it, I thought to myself. This is the last time I'll be able to see your hair under the sun. The last time I'll be able to stroke your gentle fingers and feel them on my skin. A storm of emotions and memories resurfaced when he finally broke the silence;

- 'I'm sorry... I don't know what to say", he said as he gently stroked his coffee cup.

The sicilien sun was hitting his hair in such a golden matter that it almost brought me to tears.

-"I understand", I murmured as if I had drawn my last breath.

There is this inexplicable ache you feel when you have to let go of someone you have loved. He had taken so much place in my heart that I almost felt like a piece of myself was going away with him.

The roasted smell of coffee was slowly creeping upon me while I tried to hold his gaze for more than a split second. Those eyes. I think that's what made me fall under his spell. Those deep chestnut eyes of his.

I felt as if we were dancing around and desperately trying to avoid the subject. The move. University. Us growing apart and slowing turning into different people with different aspirations in life.

-"I don't want you to go", he had desperately mouthed out in an aching manner while trying to reach for my hand.

That's it. It was at that exact instant that I froze. My heart stopped pounding so loudly in my chest and my hands and legs tensed up. How am I suppose to move on when he, who holds a portion of myself, is pulling me straight down. He finally looked at me in the eyes and said;

-"Stay, love please don't go, please don't leave me here"

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