Despair.
Acedia.
Their eyes meet, once again, searching for something they know that isn't there. They can't explain what exactly, but they know it's not the dull, clouded expression they both wear when they're together. On the background, a polite female voice echoes from the intercom.
"I guess you have to go." She states, flatly, emptiness pooling in her eyes. There's no change in his face, just a slight pulling on his lips, like he actually wants to say something. But only a weak "Yeah" rolls from his tongue, causing them both to smile at each other.
The smile doesn't touch their eyes, but somewhere they find the situation humorous instead of desperate. Again, they show just how much they have failed, and it's so deeply sad, that it's almost funny. Almost, because as soon as they realize what they're doing, they stop.
He takes a step back, clutching his suitcase with his right hand, and hesitantly raises his left. "I…." He begins, surprising her, because he usually doesn't go this far. She has the urge to run away from him, but knows that she'll never be able to. "Sorry," He mumbles, his voice so urgent she almost thinks he means it. "For everything." She frowns up at him, because she knows him, and she knows how his lying works. She looks him in the eye, and watches as he tries to cover his act up, but she knows him. She knows him for too long already.
"Goodbye, Shane." She murmurs, kissing him on the cheek, softly. But the way he cringes, you'd almost say her lips were poisonous. "Bye, Mitchie. I'll miss you."
He whispers the last part, his words carried away by the wind, and when she finally speaks up, it's too late already. He's gone.
"No, you won't."