"Don't leave." Her hand grasps at my collar. Her eyes are wide, panicked.
"Visiting hours are over. I have to." I softly wrap my hand around her's and pull it off of my wrist. At first, she refuses to let go, but after a few seconds, something in her eyes shatters like broken glass and her hand goes limp.
"Okay," she says softly, like a petulant child. Her soft grey eyes are focused on the floor. "Sorry."
"Hey," I say, one hand on her shoulder and the other under her chin. "I love you. I'll be back soon."
As if she doesn't really expect an answer, she whispers, "..Promise?"
"Promise." I nod, pressing my lips briefly to her forehead.
I try to ignore her soft gasp of "Don't leave!" as I exit.
Because if I have to explain again, I'll be sure to stay.