Conversations

'You're leaving again, aren't you?' She asked

The only reply was a grin. That all so familiar facial expression to her. A facade he always put on, a mask he always wore. It wasn't a maniacal grin yet it wasn't a cheeky, happy grin. She could never quite put her finger on it.

"If only you had held onto me longer." he said

She sat motionless momentarily. He left, and then she cried.