He was about to let her go. But he could not. He kept thinking about what he could do, could have done. Too late.
She was still thinking about him. She could not understand why he let her go. She could not do more than what she thought it was right to do.
Thoughts flowing in both minds, on the same river. The water, very still, all was frozen. This is how it is when you just was left and he, was just about to leave you.
And it was about to be summer.