He watched as she turned and walked slightly away. He wanted to talk to her for awhile more. He thought just that little while would have helped so much more. But time didn't allow him. As he felt her hand slowly slipped away from his, the boy's heart did a flip and deep down, he knew, although unwillingly, she had to go. Perhaps a little angry and disgruntled by all the attention she gave to others, he could only tuck his hands deeply into his jeans pockets and do nothing else. His eyes gave little sign of any despair, however surges of needle-like pain attacked his heart with every single step she took, each one challenging him to break down. Biting his lips, he turned around to his friends for support. They looked back and said nothing. Only then, did he know he had to settle all this by himself. Looking at his pals once again, he smiled.