Her eyes were bloodshot. The thought of him leaving was too much. Any time the thought crossed her mind she was wracked with a fresh wave of sobs. She hadn’t breathed normal in days unless you counted sleeping – of which she didn’t do much of.
Every time she started to fall asleep her heartbeat quickened as though her heart were afraid of dying.
And he didn’t even know how she felt. They held hands once and even that was an accident. He had just been placing a cicada shell in her hands.
Her last chance to tell him would be when they dropped him off at the airport. She wouldn’t miss her chance.