She didn't cry as he finished pulling his boot up. She didn't cry as he wrapped the bandana around his head, with his mussed and wild hair underneath it. She didn't cry as he tucked in his shirt, and glanced at her, wishing he didn't have to go. She didn't cry as he readied himself for the walk down to the beach, which even though it was only a short way would feel like days of torment. She didn't even cry as he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her for the last time, with a passion that she needed to remember for ten long years. She didn't cry as he walked down to the edge of the beach and into the water, leaving her behind. Only when he had gone, leaving only memories, did she cry.