It was only when his knee began to hurt that he realised where he was. Where he still was. His gaze had frozen in the direction where her car had been and a strong gust of wind blew across him, making the swings creak as they swung towards him and away.
Away.
Everyone always ends up going away.
Running a hand down his face he noticed his cheeks were still wet from the tears that he'd had no control of as he finally laid it all out, gave over to his heart and spread everything that he felt in front of her. And yet, she had left too.
Pushing himself to his feet he drew in a shuddering breath. The ring that he had so carefully picked, still clutched between his fingers, now felt heavier than any weight he'd lifted. He palmed it, felt his bicep curl, tense and spring, ready to throw it as far as he could. But his fingers didn't open and his throw just made his already bruised heart skip a beat.
No.
She may have thrown it all away but he wasn't going to do the same.
AN: Very short I know but this ficlet was just playing around in my mind and I had to get it out.