I desperately grab for her fleeting sleeve, tears building when my fingertips graze the soft material.
But she's gone.
Giggling in his arms. Blushing at the chaste kiss he blesses her temple with. Her hands intertwine with his, a look of adoration and affection lifting her lips.
He gazes back with infatuation and a delicate tenderness, his feelings no doubt genuine.
But I stand, feet away, the audible cracking of my heart deafening. I've lost her. I tried, tried so hard to keep her. I fought love itself to keep her.
But I can't control fate. I can't keep her to myself forever. Our relationship was bound to change. Tea parties with fish crackers can't be our eternity.
No matter how badly I want it to be.