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I kept looking down, scared that I would fall through the cloud that I was sitting on.  But soon I was comforted by the music that slowly played from a distance, as if coming from no where.  The world around us didn't matter, it was only me, only her.  She took my hand like she always did, putting hers softly into mine.  I held it tightly, never wanting to let go.  From the cloud we watched the sun setting far off, behind the ocean.  It made the water shimmer and shine, the only time you can actually tell where the sea meets the sky.  Her head met my shoulder, just before I felt a tear hit my bare arm.  "What's wrong?"  I asked her.  "That's just it, there isn't anything wrong.  Everything is perfect.  These are tears of joy."  Her words and the way that she said them quickly brought tears to my eyes too.  I closed my eyes tightly, to push them out, as a smile came to my face.  The music kept playing its soft mellow tones.  I could feel her heartbeat in my hand, synchronized with mine.  The smile never leaving my face.  We just sat, together, until the sun sank well below the horizon.  We didn't say another word, we didn't have to.  I knew what she was thinking, and the same applied to her.  We were happy, because we were together.  Nothing more, nothing less.

And she blinked, breaking the contact of our gaze.  "I'm sorry," she said "but I just have to go."  My reality came rushing back to me.  The tears were still there, but these weren't from joy.  We said goodbye for our last time.  And we went our seperate ways.