The day had passed slowly, every hour stretching as if time knew it was their last together. Hannah's heart was heavy with the thought that soon, David would have to leave. Yet, every moment they spent together was filled with love, laughter, and quiet whispers.
As evening fell, David took Hannah's hand and led her inside her small hut. The fire flickered gently, casting warm, soft light over the walls. They sat close, holding each other, their hearts beating in rhythm.
"Hannah…" David whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Tonight, I want to be with you, just us, no worries, no time ticking. Just you and me."
Hannah's eyes glistened. "I want that too," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.
They embraced, holding each other tightly, feeling the warmth of their love. David kissed her forehead gently, then her cheeks, and finally her lips. Each kiss was soft, tender, and full of unspoken words.
Hannah rested her head on his shoulder, and David wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. They whispered softly to each other, talking about their dreams, their fears, and their love, cherishing every second. The outside world disappeared; only the two of them existed in that quiet, intimate space.
Hours passed, and the night grew deep. They fell asleep holding each other, their hearts full of love and longing. It was a night of closeness, trust, and affection—a night to remember, a memory to carry through the days when David would be far away.
Even though the end of the project loomed, even though the morning would bring parting, this night was theirs—a testament to their love, a moment they would treasure forever.
The first light of dawn painted the village in soft gold and pink. David and his team were preparing to return to the city. Hannah watched quietly, her heart heavy, each movement of David making her chest ache.
David approached her, trying to smile gently. "Hannah… thank you for everything. Your kindness, your help, your heart… I will never forget it."
Hannah's lips trembled, but she could not speak. Her eyes filled with tears, and she looked away, afraid he would see the storm of emotions inside her.
One of David's colleagues called out, "We have to go, David!"
He turned to them, then looked back at Hannah, his eyes soft and full of sorrow. "Goodbye, Hannah. Take care of yourself. Remember… write to me."
Then, David reached into his pocket and handed her a small envelope. "Here… take this," he said gently. "It's Five hundred thousands, use it for yourself, for your life. It's a little help from me… and a reminder that I care about you."
Hannah's hands shook as she took the envelope. She couldn't believe it. "David… I… I can't accept this," she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"You can, Hannah," he said softly. "It's not just money. It's a promise that I will always think of you and your future. Take it, and take care of yourself. Please."
Hannah clutched the envelope tightly, her heart full of gratitude and pain. "I will… I promise I will use it wisely," she said, her voice trembling.
Hannah tried to hold back her tears, but she couldn't. She ran forward and threw her arms around him. Her body shook with sobs, and her voice broke as she whispered, "Don't go… please don't go!"
David hugged her tightly, his own eyes glistening. "Hannah… I have to. But I promise… I will come back."
The moment stretched painfully. The villagers watched silently as the goodbye lingered longer than it should have. Hannah's heart felt like it was being torn in two.
Finally, David stepped back slowly, giving her one last look, one last smile, and then he turned and walked toward the car. His team followed, leaving the village behind.
Hannah could not control herself any longer. Tears streamed down her face as she ran back to her tiny hut, her legs trembling. She collapsed inside, clutching her chest, the pain in her heart almost unbearable.
He will forget me… she thought bitterly. He has now returned to the city, and there will be other women. My love, my hope… all gone.
"I… I can't…" she whispered through her sobs, curling up on the cold floor. The card David had given her felt heavy in her hands, a bittersweet reminder of the love she had found and the distance that now separated them.
Hours passed, and Hannah stayed curled up, her mind filled with memories of David, the moments they had shared, and the promise of his return. The pain of parting was sharp, but deep down, a small flame of hope remained—hope that this was not truly the end, and that one day, they would be together again.