Eye contact strong enough to curve steel forces both to stop dead in their tracks. Each rummaging through memories to decide which direction this contact would lead. It'd been two very long years, two very different lives continued only with the hope of finding each other again; and two in the morning.
He was amazed: she was tan and fit, wearing shorts and tank top with dark hair lifted off her neck in a ponytail. Eyes wide and lips parted, the same expression as when he'd first kissed her, half-laughing and half just trying to breathe he dropped the general-issue bag.
The sight of his open arms was too much; she ran and jumped to latch her arms around his neck, passionately shoving her face into the crook of his warm neck. The raw strength, his sweet scent, and the inhuman warmth captivated every piece of her honeycomb mind. With tears falling wildly, she squeaks of glee as he swings her side to side.
As if in a ballet, he suddenly lifts her overhead and she can't help gazing into his glimmering green eyes. Slowly he sets her down to cup her delicate face in a hand that she leans into with closed eyes.
It's just like they were never apart…
And then she opens her eyes to a cell phone vibrating, not far away. The text reads, "I'm done trying. You can't fix this."
He was breaking her heart, and from seventeen hundred miles away there was nothing she could do about it.