One Last Goodbye"No!" He grunted as he put his arms around her naked form, feeling the wildness of her in the way she walked. Her body was warm in the summer heat, the sun turning her skin from lily white to a dusty tan. He could feel her hair, oily and thick from not being washed.She struggled to continue down her path. Her muscles were lean and taught. Her face was twisted with a terrible mixture of rage and misery, "Let go of me." Her voice was soft, but had all the force of one who yelled at the top of her lungs.His face twisted and he held tighter, "No, you can't leave. You're all I have left of home." Tears burned his eyes, cascading down his rough, beard scruffed cheeks, "You can't leave me too. I need you."She wrenched free of his arms and didn't look back, "But I don't need you." She walked as he fell to his knees, her own tears staying put.She didn't know it then, but she did need him and without him she was loosing a part of herself she could never get back.