'We have to break up.'

Those words follow him around like a reaper waiting for his soul. Hiding in every corner of City Hall. Written on every mural on the wall.

He puts up a facade to keep himself sane. So, that he doesn't have to admit that the one thing he looked forward to on a daily basis was now the one thing that was slowly killing him.

He misses her. He fears he'll never stop missing her. He goes to bed wondering how her day was. He stays awake thinking about how her skin felt on his fingertips. He worries that he'll forget how her hair smells. He remembers the way she smiles at him. And her laugh. God, he'd give anything just to hear her laugh again.

Everyday, he goes to work and pretends he's fine. He crunches numbers. He taps on his calculator. And for a brief moment he forgets.

At lunch he eats soup on a bench alone. He avoids the courtyard. He avoids being alone anywhere near the office. Because he might see her. And she might see him. And if she felt the same way he did, he was afraid she might do something crazy. He knows how important this campaign is for her. He would never forgive himself if he caused her to lose it in anyway.

He loves her. But he'll never get the chance to tell her.