They stood on the porch, neither of them really wanting to open the door. All he could think about was missing her smile, her voice, her kisses... Missing her. Not being there for her when she would need it, not being there at the end of the day, when they would've laid in bed in each other's arms and talked.
She wanted to cry. Oh, she wanted it so badly. She wanted to cry tears of joy. She was going to see her mother again after one year. But she wanted to cry tears of sorrow too. She was going to never see him again. Never again would she kiss him, feel his touch, hear his sweet whispers in her ear as they shared their thoughts.
The door opened. None of them actually touched it. Right there, looking at her, stood her mother. And then she cried. She cried so hard, without even knowing what she was actually crying for. The pure sight of her mother was overwhelming. It was like everything made sense again. But not seeing him there... She couldn't see the point in anything any longer. Her knees gave up and she fell.
He wanted to go and comfort her with all his heart. She was everything to him now. But he gad to go away. He knew he would be punished for what he had done. He was ready to accept that punishment. But he had to keep her out of it. He had killed without permission in order to bring her mother back. He was going to be killed. But right now, staying in that tree, seeing her mother back to her side and thinking of what they had shared in the last year, it was worth it.
He watched them go inside the house, then he followed her through the window some more. But he knew he had to go. He was bound to accept his punishment.
She felt her skin turning into goose bumps. And she knew he was no longer looking out for her. He was no longer there. He had left. She simply felt it. What was she going to do from there on?