He opened the door to find her standing there with a suit case beside her, the handle already raised, ready to be wheeled out the door. She stood still with one hand resting on the suit case handle and the other tucked away in her jacket pocket.
He stood in the open doorway, blocking her exit.
When a full minute passed – neither moving, neither speaking – she gave a brisk nod, gripped the handle, and started toward him. Toward the door. But when she got there he didn’t move. She looked up at him and stared at him hard in the eyes.
He still didn’t move.
Now that she was so close, he could see that her eyes were a brighter blue than usual. He could see that her lips were pressed close together into a straight line. He could see that the hand in her pocket was held in a fist. He could see that her knuckles were white where she gripped the suit case handle. He could see the ragged rise and fall of her chest as she breathed.
Slowly he reached for the hand on the suitcase and gently unclenched it. He took her other hand from her pocket and carefully pulled off her jacket. He stepped inside and firmly closed the door. He brushed away the one tear that had escaped from her eye.
Finally, he took her tenderly into his arms and kissed her with all the love he felt for her but could not express.
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