Camilla, by Madeleine L'Engle

Frank was not going to come.

I went down to Ninth Street. I did not want to go, looking for Frank after he had left me waiting without a word, but I could not help myself.

The door to the apartment was open and Louisa stood there.

"Where's Frank?" "He's gone," Louisa said. "Gone?" "With Bill. To Cincinatti. They left this morning." "Oh." I said. I stood there unable to move, until Louisa said, "Here. Frank told me to give this to you."

I took the letter without saying anything. "Camilla, " it said, " I'm going with Bill to Cincinatti. So, that's that. I can't say goodbye to you. Do you know why? You'll just have to know. I can't write what I feel either. You'll just have to know that too. Love, Frank"

I wend over to the window. A single bright wtar was throbbing against the blackness. I did not wish on it, because at that particular moment there wans't anything left to wish. I held Frank's letter in my hand and knew that I would always have it to look at and to keep, and now I did not have to try and forget him. And I would not have to cry.

There Jeff, what do you think of that one?