The End Of Something Great

I don't remember much of that night, the fog flowing around my feet. The sound of crunching leafs, as I walk the quite path. Him walking agonizingly slow towards me. I remember the way my heart fluttered, as he touches my face, with his soft yet rough hands. He looked so sad, as he took my hands in his. Intertwining our fingers, and pulling me forward. He releases my hands, and wraps his arms around my waist, causing a shiver to run up my spine. The seconds ticked by, him holding me in his arms, not wanting to let go. The rest turns into a blur after that! I block out the memory of that last time I would ever see him!