They both knew it was ending. They had a month left, maybe two. They just weren’t compatible anymore. The things that they wanted were slowly drifting further and further apart. Soon, they wouldn’t be able reach while they were still holding hands. They’d have to let go.
Neither of them had been in this position before. They’d had heartbreaks and break ups and relationships that were all the better for their ending. They’d had people they were bad for and people who were bad for them. They’d never felt themselves drifting away, and still be in love, still desperately want to cling onto each other.
So, they didn’t know what to do. They didn’t know where to go from here. All they could do was try to love each other as much as they could now, and hope that the whole situation would change—one way or another.