"Goodbye," she whispered, her lips trembling but her eyes sparkling. "I'll miss you."
No you won't, he thought as he accepted her kiss.
She ran up the ferry ramp, not looking back. She made her way through the crowd and disappeared in a door.
He watched her increasing absence, with his hand over his forehead to block the sun.
The ferry departed with a horn blast, churned whitewater, and crying seagulls swooping in frantic arcs. The ferry chugged on, eventually disappear around a fjord.
He turned his back and walked to his car, hands in pockets. He sat in the car, smoking a cigarette, watching the sun start to set over the water. He turned the engine over and backed out. His cell phone pinged.
I do miss you. Even if you doubt me, read the message.