"It wasn't because she was that beautiful, it was because his eyes were filled with love for her". Her features were soft, her smile subtle, and her eyes held the depth of a thousand unsaid words. But for him, she was more than the sum of her parts. She was the rhythm of his heart, the reason the world felt alive. And in that moment, as he stood at the edge of their shared world, he knew this was it—the last glimpse of her.
They had met under a dusky sky, the kind of twilight that blurs the lines between day and night, much like how she had blurred the edges of his life. The connection was immediate, effortless, as though they had been intertwined in lives long forgotten. They filled each other's silences, completing sentences that neither had spoken aloud. But love, as they both knew, was not always enough to change fate.
And then came the silence, the moment when words no longer mattered. "Isn't it strange?" he thought to himself, almost as if the universe were whispering in his ear, "how love can feel eternal, yet end in the blink of an eye?" He wanted to ask her if she felt it too—the slow unraveling of what they had built together, slipping through their fingers like water. But some questions don't need answers, do they?
The air was still, as if the universe was holding its breath for them. She stood a few feet away, her back to him, the soft breeze playing with the strands of her hair. It wasn't the first time he'd seen her like this, but it felt different—final, almost. "What's the use of fighting the inevitable?" his mind mused, echoing an old proverb. "You can't stop the waves, but you can learn to swim." But today, he wasn't sure he wanted to swim—he wanted the tide to sweep them both away, together.
It wasn't her beauty that held him captive; it was the love that filled his heart every time his eyes found hers. His eyes—they had always been his undoing. Through them, the world had faded away whenever she was near. And now, as she turned to glance back one last time, his heart broke. It wasn't because she wasn't beautiful enough to stop time—it was because she was leaving.
"Isn't that the way it always goes?" the thought struck him suddenly. "Love doesn't always vanish—it simply walks away, leaving you behind."
Her gaze met his for a fleeting second. In that brief moment, he saw everything they'd been—every laugh, every touch, every whispered secret shared between the spaces of their lives. Her eyes, filled with the same love he had always known, carried something heavier now—something he wasn't ready for: goodbye.
"They say the eyes are windows to the soul," he remembered, his mind trying to cling to wisdom in the face of heartbreak. "And what did I see in her eyes today? Farewell?" He couldn't bear to ask.
He could see the sadness in her face, a reflection of his own. She smiled, that same soft smile that had once melted his heart, but now it twisted something deep inside him. It wasn't a smile of happiness—it was one of letting go. "They also say that love is letting go," a quiet voice in his head reminded him. "But why does it hurt so much to loosen your grip?"
She didn't say anything. She didn't have to. Her final glimpse said it all: this was the end.
He watched her walk away, his heart aching with every step she took. Her figure grew smaller in the distance, until eventually, she disappeared into the horizon, leaving behind an empty void where once his world had been filled with her presence.
"Perhaps this is how it was always meant to be," he thought, trying to soothe the wound in his chest. "They say every ending is a new beginning—but right now, it only feels like an ending." He stood there, motionless, hoping that somehow, by sheer will, she would turn around, run back into his arms, and whisper that it was all a mistake. But she didn't. And as the last rays of the setting sun cast a golden hue over the land, he realized the truth: the love they shared had been real, but their time together had slipped through his fingers like sand.
"Time heals all wounds," he thought bitterly, "but no one tells you how long the ache will linger."
The last glimpse of her would forever stay etched in his memory—a moment frozen in time, bittersweet and fragile, where love and heartbreak intertwined. Because it wasn't her beauty that mattered in the end—it was the way his heart had been irrevocably hers, and how even in that final moment, his eyes were filled with nothing but love for her.
"They say love never truly leaves—it just changes form," he whispered to the wind, hoping, somehow, she could still hear him.
