The Truth About Love Is...
And here's my take on it:
“Do you really have to go?” he asked as she slid out of his embrace and backed away from him, her hand trailing feather-light along his arm, her touch like frozen air. Her eyes were sad as they turned toward the window, toward the rising sun. That look told him all he needed to know.
She faded slowly from sight, until there was nothing left of her, and he prayed with everything he had that she’d escape hell the next night and find her way to his arms. The truth about love is—it’s more powerful than even death.
Now see how everyone else did it!