ooc- That was painstakingly beautiful.

Stifling a sob, she raised the hand he had once held, to her face and cried briefly into it. The harshness in his voice bewildered her, but she knew his reasoning. He wanted her to move on. It would lessen the pain for both parties, but still, this could not convince her that she needed to move on.

"We wont stop trying." she said, more of a statement than a question. "But," she sobbed, tears streaming down her cold cheeks, her hair gripping at the wet trails, "if you want me to let go, I have no choice but to." she said, possibly sounding the maturest she ever had in front of him. No longer able to look at him, she turned in her chair and wiped her eyes with a handkerchief handed to her by one of the officials.