UchiSays: So this is a short drabble-style fic that is the result of not being able to sleep at two o'clock this morning. I hope you enjoy it.

Letting Go

The train rolled into the station five minutes ago; the conclusion to our final journey as students.

I find it amazing how far we have come. Just eight years ago we stood on this platform, eleven years old, just taking the first step into the rest of our lives... but is the step were taking now not the same thing?

I stand back and watch you say good-bye to friends and classmates. Your smile is the brightest thing in the room. I watch you wrap a younger student in your arms and squeeze her tightly. The jealousy I feel is unfounded, because she's not the one taking you away from me.

We had agreed from the very beginning when this would end. We gave ourselves one year. Just one year to explore uncharted territory and learn the secrets of each other's body. Our repeat seventh year was to be our year. The year of you, me, late nights, fire whiskey, and no regrets. No regrets...

The platform begins to clear and I still stand here watching you. My patience pays off, for you finally notice me. I like to think that smile on your face is just for me. It's your special smile. One I've seen a million times, but one that is no longer mine.

You stand in front of me and I'm immediately lost in your eyes. I will miss their shine. Like I will miss your arms around me as we press heated bodies together and search for oblivion in coital bliss.

"I guess this is good-bye." Your voice washes over me and I remember how it sounds in the throws of passion, when you scream my name and beg for completion. I remember the high pitch screams it could make, the long low moans, the deep groans. But your remembered laughter rings the loudest in my head. I will miss your voice.

"Yeah, I guess it is."

You reach out your hand for me to shake. I remember how soft those hands were as they caressed me, teased me, and brought me to completion. I remember those long slender fingers tangling themselves in my hair, digging into my back, drifting to places no one else had been. I remember a similar offer months ago, back when our year started. I will miss your hands.

I wrap my hand around yours and shake it.

"It was fun," you say. It was more than fun for me. It was beyond what words could capture. It was bliss, it was sin, it was heaven and hell all in one. It was everything. It rocked my world and sent in spinning out of control. It's still spinning and I can't stop it.

"Yeah, fun."

I'm hesitant to let go of your hand, but you pull it away. You cast your eyes away from mine and I search for words to say to make this not the end. But it must be the end. We had agreed to only one year, and afterward we were to forget it ever happened. We promised to forget, but...

"Well, good-bye." Not good-bye. Please not good-bye. You were the one who told me good-bye means forever. Why can't this just be another 'see you later'?

"Good-bye."

I watch you walk away. She is waiting for you and you walk right into her arms. My heart breaks into pieces for she has you now and you'll never be mine again.

Not that it matters, we agreed to forget. No regrets. I need to let go. But even as I tell myself this and watch you walk away with her, I know my only regret will be letting go. I will let go. I can do that so easily.

The hardest part of moving on isn't letting go, it's remembering to forget.