He was on his knees, tightly holding on to her hand, trying to stop her from walking away. She was sobbing too, as she pulled her hand away.
"Please don't make this more difficult," she cried, freeing her hand from his.
"Don't go! I'm begging you!"
But she turned around and left anyway, running out through the open door to the taxi that was waiting for her - a shameless witness to their grief.
"Please! he cried through the open door, as he collapsed on to the floor. Please!"
But the taxi sped away. And he lay on the floor, curling up into a ball, sobbing against his knees, as even the setting sun disappeared over the horizon, leaving him alone with only his tears, just like she had.