He wasn't coming back; she was sure of it. He was never coming back.

She waited still, for what felt like forever – just in case – despite her brain telling her to go, despite her heart telling her he was gone, despite her gut telling her to run after him. She was still.

It was better this way in any case. She could be alone at last, what she been looking for. She had wanted peace, and quiet. It's what she wanted after all…

She waited for an eternity, but he never came.