I knew it was him even without turning. I had felt the heat and warmth of his presence. I turned slowly and looked softly at him. We stared at each other for some seconds and he drawled, “hello.” I became weak.
The memories of the past four days flooded my mind. We have all come from different countries and worked in groups, sharing ideas and lessons. Both of us never spoke to each other privately but our eyes followed each other and bore holes into our backs at every session.
Tonight was the closing dinner and final bonding of the four day programme. The music was soft and the ambience was soothing. We nibbled at small shops, chatted easily and stole glances at each other. My senses were in tumult.
He looked at his wrist watch and said softly, “I have an early morning flight tomorrow. I want to say goodbye,” my heart skipped.
“My taxi is here,” he said brokenly.
We went outside and he pulled me to him in a warm embrace. I held on tightly and breathed in his scent. I felt the strength of his sinew. He slightly drew apart from me and took a step backwards.
We gazed at each other in a heartbreaking silence and he raised his fingers and touched my lips gently. I could see his eyes were clouded with unshed tears.
He whispered, “my love” and entered into the waiting taxi. Nothing could be done. We are not fancy free.
“Goodbye.” I whispered into the cold air and felt the wetness on my cheek. The tears were flowing.
Written by NgoziOsuchukwu