Night 3
by Belkin Starcross
"Don't do this to me," I heard the whispers. Her smile. It was too dark, but her eyes were a light, so big and brown and deep and dark, but they glistened wet with tears hanging onto the corners and droplets trailing down her cheeks. Still she smiled. Face felt touched, I touched hers while she did mine. It felt cold and wet with tears. Just light strokes with hands that say more than words. She told me to leave. Again.
The lock clicked. I found myself looking back at the door from halfway down the hall. I found her losing me. Found her not coming after me, to save me. To save the world.