One hundred words of solitude

He was sitting with his back leaning on the entrance door.
- Don't leave. – He said.
He hugged her knees as she tried to pass by him.
- I have to go to work. – She said.
- If you leave now you will never come back.
His tears fell on her shiny shoes. He saw the future in the shaking marbles.
- Let me go. – She said.
There is always a moment when you stand up. He stood up.
She kissed his wet face and closed the door behind her.