He laughs. Words never come easily. Feeling is just too precious to be spoken, not to be faked for it is not a platitude, never it be. An hour passes. Another silent sixty minutes to be broken.
"Where are you going?" he asks.
She smiles as if she wants to say, you know I can't stay.
"Please stay," he begs.
"This is not my home, not anymore," unspoken, just another smile she gives to him.
"I love you, you know I do," he says.
He stares at her, straight to her eyes. Another smile before she turns her face. Looking at the nothingness, just to keep her heart from falling is what she does.
"Forgive me Father but I can't stay. I just wanted to kiss your hands, the hands that gently rubbed my hair whenever I wanted to sleep. What it is in a distance? Nothing. I see you, I feel you, I love you," she whispers.
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