My hand was in hers, and her hand was in mine. We didn't really talk, even though we knew that it was unlikely that we would ever see each other within two, maybe even three or four, years. I looked out through the taxi's window and saw cars whizzing by. Car smoke slipped through the little gap of my opened window. Time seemed to race forward with the cars outside. Then, we were there.
I didn't know what to feel at the time. Emotions don't really show through my wall of calmness. A little splash of wetness hit the back of my hand. I turned around. Tears were forming in her eyes and gently flowing down her cheeks like an elegant waterfall. I said goodbye. She said goodbye. And we departed.
A small tear trailed down my face as I turned around.