parting is such sweet sorrow

At the airport.

A girl and four boys, saying goodbyes.

She came to me then. It was my turn to say goodbye. "You were right before," she said. "About me blushing." Her eyes didn't meet mine.

Oh?

"Is it because they're here for you, to say goodbye?" I asked.

Short pause. Her cheeks gone deep red. She looked down at the floor. 

"... because one of them is."