He brushed a piece of hair carefully out of her face. He didn’t say anything, but just looked into her eyes. She half-wished he would say something, he would tell her how he felt, what it all meant. But at the same time, she was glad he didn’t say anything. They were both so close to tears that if he spoke, well, it all might just dissolve into something they could no longer control. Even still, a tear escaped and rolled down her cheek. He reached up and wiped it away with his thumb, holding her face gently as he did so.
And then the moment ended. He let his hand drop to his side, and he took a step back. She took a step back as well. She gave him a nod of goodbye, turned her back on him, and walked away, determined not to cry about it anymore.