"I know you will," she answers. Though she isn't crying, her breath comes in shaky gasps, body heaving under Jonathan's hand. Disappearing doesn't hurt. Knowing he's going to be left behind does.

Before she can second guess herself, she leans up to kiss him, a soft, quick press of their mouths together. Nothing like those stolen moments on the balcony, or after it. But she won't let it last long, because there's one more thing to say.

"You're a good man, Jonathan," she murmurs. "I've always loved you for that. Now go."

And in the blink of an eye, like she was no more than some trick of the light, she's gone.