She looked up, not expecting to see him there. It had been a long two weeks. She missed having him around. She now realized that she would never really be over him. His friendship would have to be enough. But now he stood there. His normally pale skin looked like alabaster. His amazing eyes were troubled and greyer than usual. He looked drawn, as if he hadn't slept in days. He didn't say a word but walked carefully over to her. She put down her tools and turned to fully face him. His lips met hers and all was right.