An incident

They stood there by the lamp-post, two faces, young, eager and full of light. The darkness seemed to bother her but he said, "Do you think you can manage?" and she bravely nodded slowly. He took something out from the pocket of his coat and told her, "Keep this with you. It will remind you of me." She again nodded. "I guess it is goodbye then," he leant in slowly. She was not sure if she wanted to do it but she couldn't help herself. The slap did not sting too much: her hennaed hands were so tender. "Selfish bastard," he heard the darkness wail.