He's 40 when he stumbles across paths with her. He recognizes her immediately, she didn't age well. But then again, neither did he.
He still bares scares from both prison, and he never bothers to cover or conceal them.
When he first spots her its over a mount of bananas in the grocery store. He doesn't eat them anymore, bananas, simply because of their place of origin, but its where he first sees her.
She's using a cane, a half full basket hanging from her arm as she inspects a bundle of bananas. He stares at her for a full minute, dreaming of another woman, when she finally notices his attention and looks up.
Their eyes lock but neither quite see each other. Instead they both see long brown hair, caring eyes that always held light, an easy caring smile. They both see the same thing and it causes both of them to ache.
His hands tighten around his own basket, becoming fists. She drops his eyes and moves around the yellow fruit, no longer interested in which she'll end of eating.
He watches her attempt to move away from him, but she stumbles, losing her basket. It gives a loud clash to the ground; He's the only one who notices. He picks it up and holds it for her to slide her arm through the handles. She does, but doesn't make eye contact until it's settle back on her forearm. Then she gives him a hard nod that could have been a thank you, but given their shared past, it wasn't.
She turns with the ease of a bitter woman and walks from his life as quickly as she came.
Reminding Michael Scofield with a fact he never forgot, with the death of his love, the light left the rest of the world as well as his own.