It can also be "Last Dust", "Last Hug", the point is that this "Last" consists of leaving something that you don’t want to leave and take a little provisions for the trip. That last hug you give to a family member before he die, going on a trip, just not seeing it anymore, is also part of that "Last". This can sometimes be for better or worse, but the truth is that, for that moment, it seems like the worst decision we could ever make, letting them go hurts us and we don’t want it to happen.

Claire and Zack were in the beginning that kind of couples that you see on the street and you would consider that they would last forever, in your view there is nothing wrong with them, their relationship is perfect, and the passion that overflows when they are together is unparalleled. There were so much chemistry that you feel they could have sex right now, however, the years passed, they didn’t realize at what point 5 years went by but like an old jacket, what they had was wearing out, the fights were made common, they lost respect for each other, at some point they became increasingly selfish in the relationship, of course, there were times when there were sparks, small flashes that made them believe that everything would be fine, everything would recover, however, it was only momentary, the reality was that neither of them still felt the same as in its beginning.

One day they sat down to remember, they took old photography albums, small windows where time was frozen forever and they began to see what was lost.

After hours sitting on the sofa, they turned their faces, they saw each other fixedly without divert for any second the look.

— ¿What happened to us? — he said.

— I don’t know, at some point I got lost and I lost you — answer with a sweet voice.

They kissed as they had not done for so long, that night they didn’t separate for any second, sex had the passion that had been lost so long ago.

At 4:30 a.m., Claire got up, of course, Zack, who was a light sleeper, feel her, woke up, but he didn’t open his eyes, he stayed there, heard her packing her things, he knew what was happening and he knew that it had to be like that.

Claire had taken everything she needed, a very heavy backpack for her small back and the keys to her vehicle, which she always wanted to exchange for a motorcycle similar to Zack's, a black Harley with all the leather accessories. She reach the door, take the knob of it, take a breath and in that sigh remembered more than she wanted, a part of her didn’t want to leave, for nostalgia she turn her head to see back, one last time before leaving, but when he did Zack was standing on the other side of the room with his chest naked, she felt embarrassed, didn’t want to him see her leaving, when she was about to open his mouth to give a silly excuse like "I'll go to the supermarket", he smiled enormously, with that smile that at first had fallen in love, and felt even more the desire to stay.

— Take it — he said while throwing the keys to her — you always wanted one, ¿right? Take care of her.

She cut the keys and observed that they were the ones of the motorcycle, then she look at him, love him, at that moment she swore that she love him much more than before, whisper "thank you" and she ran away, she don’t look back again, lit the motorcycle, she was grateful that he taught her to drive, accelerated, she felt so sad and so free.

He just stood at the door and watched his silhouette move away, and he felt so sad and free too.

— I guess I'll drive a car now — he said as he picked up the keys she had left on the floor.

In that same moment without realizing both cried, tears came out with no sound, both sad and happy at the same time.

— Thank you — he shouted at the top of his lungs, with a smile, with the intention that she, even when she was far away, would hear him.

She listened to him and in tears inside the helmet of the motorcycle she smiled.