A lone tear rolls down his cheek as it hits him; he'll never get the chance to say it

A lone tear rolls down his cheek as it hits him; he'll never get the chance to say it. If he's honest with himself, he thought she would be here forever, even if he knows it was impossible. And even if she was, what made him think she would stay with him, not knowing how he felt?

Sometimes tomorrow really is today, and that is all we have, he realises that now. But it's too late. She's fading fast from his memories too, and the harder he clings to her, the more she slips away. He finds himself thinking of the smell of her soft, blonde hair as it tickles his nose when they steal a rare embrace. But what was that smell again? It was coconut, definitely coconut.

She hated coconut, remember?

"Of course she did, you idiot!"

He bangs his head against the wall in frustration a couple of times, then stops, panicking, as he imagines knocking every memory left of her out of his head for good.

He still doesn't understand why she had to go. He's spent the last few days constantly looking for her; round every corner, in every room, down every street he walks. He's lost count of the amount of times he's knocked on her door, to be greeted by the same empty silence. And he hates it, oh how he hates it, because that's when he's plagued by those three torturous words that he always thought could wait until tomorrow to be heard.

He realises now "I love you" could only be heard today.