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Farewells have never been easy to endure, no matter how often one experiences them. I close my eyes, savouring the last moments before Zayne leaves for his business trip. The hum of the car engine vibrates gently beneath my feet as Zayne hums along to the faint song playing in the background.
—And when we're apart and I'm missing you
I close my eyes, and all I see is you—
I dwell on his hand resting on the dashboard, holding mine—his thumb stroking my skin. His nails are so much bigger compared to mine. I lift our intertwined hands, bringing his fingers to my lips, and close my eyes—savouring the warmth he always radiates. His eyes glance at me, and then he smiles—the subtle curve at the corner of his lips, the way they always appear plump and red.
"Something on your mind?" he asks softly, his gaze fixed on the toll road, even though the AI is driving the car.
I shake my head and bring his hand to my cheek, relishing how big his palm is compared to mine—trying my best to memorise his touch, his presence against me.
The clouds have darkened, the setting sun offering little light. Raindrops begin to land on the window—one by one—until they cover the glass entirely. Even the weather seems to share my mood.
"Do you really have to go?" I already know the answer, and yet I still ask.
Zayne's lips turn downward, his brows furrowing—mirroring my expression. He pulls his hand from my cheek and strokes my hair. "I'll be back before you know it."
I pout and nod, and before we realise it, we've arrived at the train station. He pulls me into his arms, resting his cheek on the top of my head while my hand remains on his chest. "Be safe. I'm going to miss you."
I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat and taking a deep breath, absorbing his scent, his warmth, the sound of his heartbeat under my palm.
"Please don't get bored waiting for me," his breath feels warm on my ear.
I shake my head, "never."
Then everything blurs—Zayne is already standing at the departure gate with his backpack in hand, while I sit in the driver's seat of his car.
He waves, his smile forced—I know he doesn’t want to leave me any more than I want him to go. Then, he turns and starts heading towards the gate, and that's when I feel a sinking sensation in my stomach, my chest tightening. I press the gas pedal and drive away, heading towards Unicorn HQ.
A week. Just one week, and we’ll meet again.