AN: It's funny, the last story I wrote before last summer's hiatus was called "Come to an End", and this one is called "Farewell". Appropriate, huh? Well, this will be the last posting from me for a while - I don't know how long, but I do intend to return when I can. So, I too am saying farewell, with this story. Prompt 73 - "I can't".
Why do I stand here, prolonging the agony for us both? We both know I'm leaving, I just can't bear to say the words and make it final. I don't want to leave here, to leave you. But I have no choice, I have to go.
My hand reaches out, brushes across your cheekbone lightly. You lean into the touch, turn your head to place a kiss on the inside of my wrist. I'm going to miss you more than you know.
It isn't like either of us to be so sentimental, and I don't really understand why we're putting ourselves through it now.
For the first time, I tell you that I love you. You already knew, but I've never been able to get the words out before. You whisper them back to me, and I find myself wondering, not for the first time, if I've gone completely insane. Who would choose to give up something like this? Not me, that's for sure.
You reach out to me, and we kiss, slow and soft, making the most of what little time we have left. I can't say goodbye, so I say farewell, until we meet again. If it's within my power, I will return to you, I promise.
I can't walk away from you, so I tell you to turn and leave, without looking back. I watch until I can't see you any more, until you've completely disappeared from view. Only then do I sit down on Fenrir, start the engine and leave, taking with me all my memories of you.
AN: Whether I'm writing or not, reviews are always appreciated.