His longing is met by hers. Despite his not being at the crossroads, does that mean that he had indeed found a way to meet her. But even as she thinks that, she realizes that he doesn't look the same. He looks different ... off.
So, that desire, that hope, battles with the need to protect what little dignity she clings to.
"And yet I am," she says, her hand against the wall, a discreet means of bracing herself. She lifts her chin. She still doesn't know where they are, but she cannot yet admit that.
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Date: 2015-04-03 01:34 am (UTC)So, that desire, that hope, battles with the need to protect what little dignity she clings to.
"And yet I am," she says, her hand against the wall, a discreet means of bracing herself. She lifts her chin. She still doesn't know where they are, but she cannot yet admit that.