For all intents and purposes, it would be. It would be the end. She would go and he would never be able to see her, ever.

He wasn't about to make this a kiss goodbye. He didn't like goodbye kisses at all. He had to figure out a way to make her stay. To convince her that his timeline with her was the best timeline. He could work out a way to hold it up, to keep time from collapsing. It wasn't selfish, he was saving her.

He cursed his brain for continuing to move at full speed, not allowing him to focus entirely on her.

This kiss felt different than the others. More intense, more desperate. He clung to that, to that desperation he felt.