The Inheritors [editing]

My flight was being called on for the last time. I turned to have one last look at Noah, or more properly to gawk at his face. And what a beautiful face it was. The usual glow in his eyes seemed to have faded, reflecting deep sorrow, which only made me all the more miserable myself, and desperately longing to hold him in my arms and never let go.. but the memories came flushing back all at once and I couldn't shake away the disappointment that he belonged to someone else.

It was time for goodbye.