“How are you doing?” “Can we talk?” “Please, don't leave.” Those are things I could have said, things I should have said, things I didn't say. 
When I look back on that day, I see her hand reaching out to me, her lips forming a fake smile, that, everything's-going-to-be-okay smile. I couldn't bare to look at her, I just wanted to run away, and never stop running. I wanted to feel the breeze in my bangs, and the smell of wild lilacs rizing to my nose. I wanted to run up a mountain and lean over the edge just enough so that it felt like I was on top of the world. But I didn't say anything, I didn't run, I just stood there, not able to form the right words, or any words. They were the most important words at the time, and I left them unsaid.