Tonight

Under moonlit water she stood before him a smile on her flushed face from running to meet him. 

When they met it seemed like every other secret meeting they had, yet this one was different in so many ways.

Different because it was their last.

She acted like she normally did but under her gentle smiles and calm words was the flurry of emotions she had locked up.

He acted like usual with his half smirk smiles and large hands covering hers, but under his warm gaze was sadness that was piled upon layers of anger and frustration.

They were people of the same type, both runners of reality. She ran from her white gilded cage, while he ran from his cracked ivory cell. Yet though the odds of the world stood against them they loved each other anyway.

She was a person to notice the  changes in his expression and the quirks he saw as a sign of weakness. He always knew when she wished to comforted and when she wished to be alone. Yet even though this love of theirs seemed so beautifully perfect, it was as flawed as any other.

She loved him too much to let him go, she was selfish that way.

He loved her too much to ever leave her, he was selfish that way.

Yet cruel harsh reality forces them to seperate.

But even so, a part of him wished she would ask him not to leave.

And a part of her wished he told her he could not bear to leave her.

Tomorrow had yet to come, this night was there farewell yet also the start of what could the future they had spent years thinking of. 

Under the witness of the moon they did not speak of goodbyes, because goodbyes mean forever but they will meet again. 

Maybe years later, but the day of their meeting will arrive.

Words of love filled promises did not suit them. They were both logical people, and promises were meant to be broken. So they spent the night speaking of dreams, hopes, and the future they would have together.

She told him she would wait, with or without his agreement.

He knew her too well to protest. He had never told her he loved her. It was because they both knew too well of each others feelings.

They did not waste time with meaningless spouts of mournful declarations. 

Just being close to him was enough for her.

Just being in her presence was enough for him.

So as the sun's light crept into the sky.

And as he turned his back and his shadow disappeared she let her tears fall.

She hoped his last image of her to be a wide happy smile on her face.

Because she wished for his last memory of her to be a smile, or else he would worry and fret.

Because to her if you loved someone, it was the least you could do.