There's a moment of hesitation on the balcony as he gathers his thoughts. She is standing so close; her own hesitation bringing a sliver of hope to his mind. Love is not something that can be extinguished like a flame. Daphne has always been a light in his mind; the one candle that refuses to go out.
She might never speak to him again; their friendship ruined beyond repair. At least he will live knowing he finally took the chance he never foresaw himself taking.
She fidgets with her hands, rapidly going through all her possible actions. She can walk away, saying goodbye to the man she has recently felt so much for, and hoping their relationship can still be repaired. But standing next to Dr. Crane feels so right, so she takes a leap of fate and she's kissing him. Her spinning world stands suddenly still and his lips against hers feel so soft, so real. If she was going to walk on thin ice, she might as well dance.
When he looks her in the eyes her heart tightens in her chest. Here is a man who loves her so completely. But there has been too much dancing on thin ice, so she pulls away.
The absence of her lips against his causes his heart to ache. Flames have spread like wildfire throughout him; he believes that they will never extinguish.
She walks away, feeling neither vindicated nor relieved.
He feels shame, not for what has happened, but for what he has waited so long to say. The damage has been done.
She wishes she had the strength to dance for longer than she did. Their moment was gone; the ice shattered leaving her broken, for the only person who could mend her was left behind on the balcony to extinguish the flames.
