And I could tell, by the look in her eyes that she wasn’t coming back. I could tell this is it, this is the end.

Her eyes were sparkling, full of tears, sadness, and fear. And I knew my eyes tell exactly the same things. Madness.

I couldn’t even cry, I didn’t want her to remember me crying (like she has never seen me cried), but I couldn’t smile either. The only thing I could do was to exist. Stand there, in front of her and listen to the softly rumor of the sea.