Gone were the heated arguments due to their differences in many ways. In replacement, was the acceptance with a tinge of resign to fate.
He looked at her doubtfully, perhaps masking his disappointment too. Probably thinking, “why are we going through this again?”
She looked at him, trying to find answers but to no avail. She wanted to press on, but she knew better not to.
They bid their good byes. He left.
No goodbye kiss for the night, she realized the moment he pulled away from her. As he walked, she stood by the door looking on, willing him to turn back- a glance will be fine,too.