Everything in the house was in a state of peaceful quiet. It's late in the night and 3 hours till the sun rises on a new day. There was a lot on her mind and she couldn't sleep. The uneasiness has relegated her to the task of watching him sleep. She was left wondering whether or not he was having a pleasant dream. She hoped so. He looked so tranquil. Little did he know that he was in for a surprise when he wakes up. That, she knew for sure.
Circumstances outside her control left her with little choice but to leave for good. She's a fighter. Always doing what she could to make this work but she always felt it was a one way street. She hates goodbyes and a part of her still wanted to be in his life but she knew that when all is said and done, this was for the best. Everyone has a tipping point and she has reached hers.
With the dawn nearly upon her, she takes one last look at him before leaving. Never having said goodbye nor leaving a clue or reason, under her breathe she apologizes for her weakness.
As she walks out the door and into the waiting cab, she thinks "he'll be fine", not realizing that thought was to comfort her more than anything else...