197. Becky

They sit together in their favourite place holding hands like they used to do the bench in the park garden is broken the wood has almost rotted through Their tears race each other down their faces there is a point in lying to each other they both know that their chance has gone all that remains is how they say goodbye She knows she can not keep him the separation was her idea she begs a final kiss to remember him by he reluctantly agrees and their lips meet the kiss lasts as long as a heart beat before he pulls away They both get up and turn to leave the bench crumbles away to dust nothing remains to keep them there as they go their separate ways That was many years ago both in a way have moved on they barely remember each other the memory of their final kiss has almost faded away