Release

Prologue

She held her hand out and slowly ran her fingers across the bridge of his nose, a gesture that was routine for the pair. He gave a goofy grin, but the sadness remained in his eyes. He held his arms out for that one last hug, and she immediately obliged, desperately clinging to him, begging him to stay with the tightening grasp of her hug. He gave her a kiss on her forehead, gently pried himself out of her grip, and winked, a tear sliding down his cheek. He then grabbed his bags, and made his way to the door. He turned around once more, his face distorted into an expression of anguish. And he cried out before he launched out of the cozy cottage, and quickly left the area before he couldn't handle anymore.

A/N: Yes, I realize that I am taking a break from my T/P fiction. This story is to help me forget some traumatic things. I have a feeling this will be considered one of my better works. I am happy to say that I do plan on continuing "The Tears I've Cried" series. Well, that's all I'm going to say for now.

This is dedicated to my loving brother, Jason. I love you.

(This story was inspired by Chibs's "When You Get There." It's very thematic and deep. It's an awesome piece of work, but is incomplete, unfortunately. Give it a look.)