August.

A sort of silence has settled over them. The sky is still blue, speckled with clouds, and the grass is still tall and green, shimmering in the sunlight. The breeze pulls it. Leaves rustle, and birds chirp in bush.
But there is a silence. It is painful, dreadful, and it pulls at their hearts. It weaves it's way between them an spills out through their unspoken words. She sits facing away, looking out to the field. Her hands are folded in her lap, and her back is an uncomfortable, stiff line. She is trying not to shake. He is standing, watching her. His fists are balled up, and he trembles. Still the silence stretches lazily, greedily, in the warm late summer. Finally she speaks.
"Just say it, please. I need to hear it from your mouth. Not from my mind, or from your friends."
He hesitates. The bitter words form in his mouth.
"There.. there isn't anything between us. No more. We're done forever. It's.. it's over."
Now she turns. There is anger, clear as day on her face. But she doesn't cry.
"Don't stutter! You mean it so firmly. If I have to accept it so easily, just say it!"
"I mean it. It doesn't mean this is painless for me."
Now the tears come. She lets them fall down her face and into her lap.
"Don't tell me this is painful for you, don't you dare! You made this decision. I have to accept it. I have to decide what to do with it. It's like taking everything I ever cared about and so thoroughly destroying it so that I can never piece it back together! Not with you, or anyone else," she cries.
The wind picks up. It pulls his hair over his eyes. He unclenches his fists and closes them again. He bites his lip and shakes his head.
"Listen to me. Sometimes people drift apart, because things aren't right. Then they see each other again and everything's perfect. They're where they need to be. Sometimes we must simply resume."
She stares at him with helpless wonder. She looks tired, pale, desperate. Everything has been taken away from her.
"Don't make me hope. Please, don't do that to me. Holding onto one breath of a hope is enough to kill me."