Aldrich said softly, holding her close to him. People bumped and passed them at the departure terminal. The rest of the group had already said their farewells. “I will miss you, too. I love you,” she whispered against his lips, not willing to let go. He kissed her, his whole body tensing as he held her for the longest moment. Their hearts ached, but yet thumped repeatedly knowing that this was not forever. “I love you, sweetheart. I will phone as often as I can.” “Yes, me too.” “Come, Anabella!” Mr. Clark called out. They looked at each other, parting reluctantly. She placed the strap of her bag over her shoulder and with one final look, walked away leaving him standing between Monica and Roy. He waved as she went through the gates and joined the large group on the other side. Vibrant energy radiated from them as they laughed with one another, the underlying tension tangible.
