Alex’s Pov
We held hands as I escorted him out of the shop. The palm of his hand were so warm, I didn't see myself letting go of it any time soon. But I had to. For both our sakes.
When we got outside, I immediately got in front of him, to look at him in his face, as if for one last time, I wanted to scan everything that he was and burn it all into my memory, so I wouldn't forget about him.
He looked into his watch and looked up once again, into my eyes and then smiled. But I could tell his smile wasn't of the usual happy kind; this one lingered with a feeling of sadness and nostalgia that was reflected in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Alex. I need to go now," he finally said. "I have a very important visual meeting to attend,"
When he said that I remembered how the nature of my former j
