Soon enough, Stacey zipped up her suitcase and slipped on shoes and a jacket. It was time.
"I guess...I should go now," she said quietly, trying not to cry again. She didn't look at Sam as he followed her to the front door of their apartment. Please don't let me go. Insist that I stay and that it's all going to be fine. Please don't let me leave.
"So, um, we'll talk soon?" she tried to give a hopeful smile, but she thought that she must just look sad, what with her puffy red eyes and tearstained cheeks. As much as she wanted to pretend that it would all be okay, she just wasn't sure. She wanted to hug him good bye, but she didn't know if he wanted her to touch him right now, so she simply stood in front of him, wishing.