Too Bad It Wasn’t You III: I’m Sorry, I Love You

The summer sun blazed. The palm trees outside the restaurant scattered waves of lush green. Every so often, someone passed them and pushed open the restaurant's glass door, sending a rush of air conditioning hissing out as if it would freeze them in place. Yet they stood perfectly still, immersed in the dazzling light. The world had grown too small to hold anyone or anything else. There was only him and her, their soft, uneven breathing, their gazes shimmering like light on water, and the inexplicable flutter of their clasped hands... Time drifted by. Wouldn't it be wonderful if the moment of parting never came?