She watches him get dressed. It’s the last time, ever, she’ll watch him get dressed.
They hug for a very long time. He’s bent over the bed and she lies in it, her arms around him, pulling him down into her. She runs her fingers through his hair on the back of his head and squeezes gently. He removes slowly from the embrace and they kiss, lightly.
"I’ll see you soon." She says. It won’t be soon.
He starts to walk away. He tugs at the blanket by her hip, then by her calf. He walks away from the bed, and toward the door.
Before he leaves, he looks back at her. “I’ll see you soon, Lil.”
The door closes and she thinks she will cry but barely anything comes.
She gets up and marks the day on her calender with “Goodbye” in small letters.