She gives him a hug and a thin-lipped smile, walks down towards the terminal. This is how he will remember her in all of the long years ahead -- a tasteful amber scarf over a knee-length coat, descending down a flight of stairs. It is winter in the city and the wind roars down between the skyscrapers, making her scarf and coat and long black hair all ripple together.
An updraft rips a few newspapers out of their bundles and up, up, up over the tops of streetlights and traffic signs and impossibly high into the dark blue sky, and when he looks back down again, she is gone.
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