We kiss. Gently.
I hold onto his hand and feel a tear glide down my cheek.
As our lips part, his gaze holds my own. His eyes are glistening with emotion; sadness and regret mix with the chocolate brown of his irises.
‘I’m sorry,’ he whispers.
I slip my hand from his and back away. I walk slowly to my car. The bleep of the doors unlocking shatters the silence and intrudes on the moment. Before I take my place in the driver’s seat, I draw breath, wondering if we’re making a mistake.
‘It’s the right thing to do,’ he calls from where he’s standing. Watching me, knowing me.
I nod. Take my seat behind the wheel, crank the ignition and drive off. As I pull away, I glance in the rear view mirror.