She was standing there, watching, wanting but can never have.
He stood there, looking, longing but can never reach.
Together they stood, face to face. Solid ground and a frozen lake.
She wanted him so badly but the ice was cracking around her feet, little bits, not significant to the whole, crumbling into the frigid water underneath her.
They both knew that by the time he got to her or her to him, the ice would break and she would fall.
They both would.
It took so long for them to get to this place.
Trust non-existent in her, and in him.
Terrors of the past plagued them both.
Brought them closer together, yet further apart.
The chaos around them, life and death seeped into the memories, comforts and haunts them.
The need to run to each other, but the ice is to fragile to move on.
Its been said to go slow, look around, that the thing you desire most will wait for you.
It has been said, don't run, for the glass is broken easily, and never fully fixes.
Its been said that good things come to those that wait, and the best come to those that they strive for even if the wait is long.
Believing that everything is alright, even when it isn't, gives a hope of a new beginning, that the ice may be strong enough to get across, either him to her or her to him.
If it is him to her and if the ice is not strong enough to hold two, they will fall together forever.
And if she to him, solid ground and solid arms will keep her safe, forever and always.
As slow and steady will cross the frozen lake.
