They held each other tight that night knowing it would be their last. They stayed wordless in the silence of the night. More passed between them than language could ever say.
Great depths of longing, the great wrench of regret, hopeful longing, and finally, reluctant acceptance. They slept entwined together for the last time.
In the early morning they both woke as early as each other. Both wanted to be the first to rise, to leave.
As they had gone to sleep they had both decided individually it would be easier that way. Now here they were, both with the best of intentions, both making it harder on each other.
The gears refused to mesh.
They smiled awkwardly and rolled away from each other forever. The gap between them grew so much wider than the frame of the bed. The silence was just silence.
Both of them dressed in unfortunate harmony. They left together. There was one more look to be shared between them. But no more words.
It was that look that crackles with the emotion passing between two people. That look that forces words back down the throat with the weight of the silence.
With a blink it was over. Their eyes left each other as they turned and set off in opposite directions.