For once in her life she had no definitions, no rationalities, no reasoning. For once in her life she couldn't compartmentalise, or rationalise. For once in her life, her brain was on neutral. She didn't know what to think, and she didn't know how not to. She was stuck in an in-between.
The breeze was light, but it cut through her easily. It was like sitting on a knife-edge. Her world could now swing both ways, and she wasn't sure which was for the best. She wasn't used to uncertainties, when her life was devoted to limiting them. But now they were slapping her in the face. The breeze lessened for a moment and she turned around. He had found her, as always.
For once in her life she was speechless. There was no language; no formula that could explain what was going on inside her mind. She stared at him, hoping her eyes were screaming as much as her heart was. He was there and when he pulled her into a hug, she thought, maybe that was enough. She didn't want to let go, because with him was where everything was ok.
She turned to see Angela, and a smile washed over her face. It surprised her, because she was sure she wasn't ready to smile yet. But then again, she wasn't really sure of anything.
Her father popped out behind a column, and she half-expected him to be connected to a security guard. But he was free, and he was hers, finally. For the first time in 15 years, she had her father back. She had her brother. In a second she was 15 all over again, before her world came crashing down, she was back to being daddy's little girl in a grown up world.
She looked over her father's shoulder and saw him staring at her. She recognised that look in his eyes, although she couldn't name it. But she knew it, she knew it well. It was hers. The one he used when he leant in close, so she could feel his breath on her face. But even now, it crossed the distance and she could feel him, hear his voice in her head. And she finally was sure: for the first time in her life, her heart was in overdrive.