Our last day together.

We had fallen asleep on the sofa where, alone with miserable thoughts as my only companions, I wondered what had awakened me. It must have been the sound of water running in the bathroom. My brain didn't want to think. It was like trying to hold back an avalanche. The past week had been heavenly; I didn't want it to come to an end. Not quite yet. Hell, not ever. But Gabe's bag, packed and stowed by the door, heralded a different end to this ...