He watched her walk out of his life. Then he turned and followed the river, past the swans and off into the countryside. He dint stop. Nor did he look back. There was nothing really left to say. She brushed something out of her eye and he wondered if it might have been a tear. Somehow he knew that this was more than goodbye, that the two of them would never see each other again. There was no reason for it. That was just the way it was going to be.