He was back, but something told her that he wouldn't be there forever. "Don't get used

to this!" she continually ordered herself, and she could tell that he knew too, that he wouldn't be

there forever.

It was raining the day he left. He had stayed up the entire night before; she knew it was

that time. She wouldn't let him out of her sight that day, and knew somewhere in her heart that

for then, she was just going to have to let him go, again.

The two sat on the docks, in the rain. Nobody was around but them, and already he had

started to fade. She wasn't even going to try with a "Don't go," not this time.

"You knew I was leaving, didn't you?" he asked her, to receive a nod from her in return,

"I figured you did."

"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked him, although she didn't really care what his reply

was.

"I didn't want to worry you," he said simply, "Besides, I already knew that you knew."

She nodded. He was almost completely faded now.

"Will you ever come back?" she asked nim, and worried that he'd slip right through the

dock, being that her hands would slip right through him.

He nodded. "There's a way, I'm sure of it," he said, "We may even stumble on it without

knowing. But..." he frowned, as if trying to think of what to say next, "Whatever happens, you

have to promise me something."

"What?" she asked him.

"Don't forget me," he said, and pretty soon she could just barely make him out. He was

fading, disappearing into the rain. Any moment and he'd be gone.

It didn't even take a moment, because the next thing she knew, he wasn't there anymore.

He was gone.

"What did he mean, "Don't forget me"?" she questioned herself for the longest time,

sitting there soaking in the rain, "How could I?"

It was then that she began to sob.