Luck or Fate?

A Sad Goodbye

"Hey," I say. "Maybe we should talk."

"Yeah okay." He says. "I'll come over."

"No," I say, looking over at Henry, who is hooked on his video game. "Let's meet up at Broadway and Seventh."

"It's going to be crowded on a Sunday. Are you sure?"

"Positive." I say. "I'll be there in half an hour."

I end the call and put my phone in my purse. "Hey, Henry?"

He pauses his game and turns to look at me. "Yeah?"

"I'm going to go see Killian."

"Okay. When is he leaving again?"

I sigh. "Three o'clock."

"Okay. Make sure to pick me up before he leaves. I want to be there to say goodbye."

I try to smile, but I don't think that will happen anytime soon. "That's very nice, Henry. Thank you."

I lock the door and head down to my yellow bug. I climb in and head for the heart of New York City. While I drive, I think about this past week. Killian was such a sweetheart and made each day special. On Monday, it was the chocolates and flowers. On Tuesday, he invited me out and sang me a song. On Wednesday, we went to the mall and played the question game. These were all his ideas and it was great to relive our memories together. But, I haven't done anything. I've been trying to think of something romantic or memorable, but they all seem cheesy compared to his ideas.

I arrive in downtown and spend almost ten minutes trying to find parking. It sure is busy, I think. I finally find a space and walk to the bench. Our bench. I sit and watch the cars drive by. I check my phone, but there's no sign of him.

"Emma," I hear him say, and I look up. He sits down next to me and gives me a quick kiss. I instantly smile and laugh. "So, what do you want to talk about?"

I grab his hand and we interlace our fingers. "I just want to know about the future."

His smile disappears. "Emma, I understand if you think we should go our separate ways..."

"No, that's not what I was suggesting at all. I care about you too much." I interrupt.

"And I care about you. But how is this going to work out?"

"Killian, what are you saying?"

"Calling, texting, skyping; sure, they all work. But they'll never compare to real life."

"I know, but it's the best we can do." I say.

"Emma, the reality is I'm never going to see you again. Cora is gone and New York is safe. My work isn't needed here anymore."

His words feel like a knife stabbing me in the heart. I am so shocked that I can't form words.

His voice softens when he continues. "Now, that would be true if I didn't love you. But I do, very much, and I will do everything in my power to be with you."

I look into his eyes and tears stream down my face. "Killian, don't scare me like that."

"I'm sorry." He says, hugging me. "But I know this will work out.