Sunset.

She was waiting him. There. As always. The sunset were the witness of their kisses. Each evening. But this one he was late. She wanted to talk, to ask him a lot of things. Also, she wanted to give him the last present. But after hours and hours waiting him, she decided to leave the present in their meeting place. She decided to forget him, and to carry on. But what she didn't know, was that it was exactly what the guy wanted: To be forgotten.

He was behind the tree, watching her. The way that she walked nervously, angry with him because he was late. He would miss her. Her hair, her pail skin, her big green eyes, her pointing nose, her lips... But she deserved someone better than him.

His heart broke up when he saw how the girl went away by the street. When he made sure that she wouldn't come back again, he walked to their meeting place, where he found it. The present with the letter. He just read the end: I love you, Sam.