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"I will let you go. I won't call, I won't follow you, and I won't ask you to stay." He leaned forward, his voice steady but thick with emotion. " (I promise, please don't be sad.) If you walk away and carry guilt or sorrow, then my letting go means nothing. Promise me that when you look back at this city, you’ll remember the laughter we had at this table, not the tears we’re shedding now."

She looked at him for a long moment, seeing the immense effort he was making to be her strength one last time. She wiped her eyes and gave him a small, flickering smile—a fragile light in the autumn chill.

Here is a short story inspired by the emotions of that phrase: The Promise of the Last Autumn