• "Where are you going," I asked nervously. Kenji had been packing for days now, unsure what to pack and what to leave. "Are you leaving?" My eyes brimmed with tears. His shoulders sagged over his suitcase and looked up at me, on the side of his suitcase was pictures of us and small trinkets we bought together. I stared at the ground fighting the tears that spilled hopelessly out of eyes. He gently lifted my face up to his. His dark, brown eyes sparkled, he wiped away my tears with his thumbs and pulled me into a gentle hug. I knew he was leaving, leaving me. I'd be alone without him, a body without its soul, a painting without a canvas, sky without its stars; I would be hideous without my other part. "Would at least tell me where you're going?" My voice cracked at going.
    He gently caressed my back, "I'm going back...to Japan. To visit my grandparents....for a bit." He softly kissed the top of my head. His family would never let him go. He had run away with me to America after I went on a trip to Japan. His parents had already disagreed with our relationship. We loved each other to the point where we ran away from his home and to the safety of mine.

    I took a deep breath and the scent of his body swept inside me then pulled back slightly. Looking back up, he leaned down to kiss me goodbye. His lips were soft, warm, and wet from my tears. I thought not of myself, but of how I would take him back. I was nothing in the world without him. He cradled me in his arms for a while and only released me to keep packing. He was hunched over his suitcase with his shoulders shaking quietly. I touched his shoulders, his tears were more painful then anything I had ever felt. I hugged him once more and helped him pack. He looked up with his brown eyes, soaked in tears, to once more kiss me good-bye. As he closed his suitcase and left me in his room.

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