Always You, Only You.

"Audrey," His voice... His voice is like a breath of relief, relief that I'm not an illusion.
Relief that I'm real, standing right in front of him.

I turn to leave.

His hands grab my wrist. His touch is gentle, it always was.

"Hi, it was nice to see you, but I have somewhere to be." I try my hardest to keep my voice steady. "Audrey," He repeats, "Let me go." His hand loosens on my wrist and drops to his sides.

He lets me go. The same way he did two years ago.