Breaks

I've already said goodbye, and I'm standing on the sidewalk arranging my luggage so I don't drop a bag.  The Hubbs inches the car forward, and The Princess's eyes get bigger. 

I start to walk slowly toward the terminal, unable to take my eyes off of her.  At this point, I'm craning my neck to keep eye contact.  Her eyes get even bigger.

She reaches out, opens her mouth as if to say something, and it closes again with a jutting lower lip.

They pull away and I turn to go through the automatic doors.

My heart breaks.