I look into her eyes.
No emotion flickers behind those beautiful grey eyes, and my heart breaks for what is, for what was and for what might have been.
On an impulse I reach out and I grab her hands.
She nods again.
Still I see nothing behind her eyes and so I let go- her hands falling limply to her sides. I fake a smile.
She nods a third time.
I turn away from her and head up the gangplank.
I dare not look back.
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