Mao shakes his head side to side. "I'm sorry," he frowns with heartbreak as he pulls his own hands out of your tight grip, "but, this is for the best... if we split up. Bye-bye." He twists around and begins walking down the school corridor, his head bowed down to his chest. Faintly, you could see his shoulders shake up and down, possibly meant that he was crying to himself for letting himself go from you.