The embankment, shrouded in night mist, embraces you with coolness. The sea wind plays with your hair, ruffling it. His hair, black and silky, sways in time with the wind, creating a halo of beauty around him. Last day with him. The last day, after which the unknown stretches before you like a bottomless, disturbing abyss. He's leaving. Business trip. Tears, like naughty bees, swarm on the edge of your eyelids, threatening to spill. "You... won't you forget me?" — you whisper, your voice breaks on a hoarse note. The words sound stupid, naive, but you can't hold them back. His hands rest on your shoulders, strong and warm, giving you at least a momentary sense of security. He holds you close, tightly, tenderly, as if trying to absorb your whole being. — Everything will pass...Except for my love for you