सावन बीतो जाए पिहरवा मन मेरा घबराये ऐसो गए परदेस पिया तुम चैन हमे नहीं आये मोरा सैय्याँ मोसे बोले ना मैं लाख जतन कर हारी लाख जतन कर हार रही मोरा सैय्याँ मोसे बोले ना मोरा सैय्याँ मोसे बोले ना ~ Fuzon, Khamaj "Do i still get a hug?", he asked. She smiled, and said 'of course.' And as she hugged him for what maybe the last time, she didn't want to let go. Her favorite thing to do, was to remember scents, and she took in his scent for the last time. As she turned to walk away, she locked in that scent and that moment. She wanted to run, she wanted to stand still, she wanted to walk away, but she also wanted to turn back and walk to him. He was joking right? In his usual way, that was so him, he was going to spring up from behind and hug her and say it was a joke. For a second, she almost believed that. But he didn't, because he wasn't joking. She'd only asked him that question because his silence and his aloofness had been bothering her. S