There he was. His dark hair shimmering in the occasional light, his coat swirling near his ankles as he paced, his hands clasped in thought behind his back. There she was, standing still, her head slightly lowered. She was the woman in question. She had come back, even though her school days were well over. She had come back because he was still there. He went back to continue shadowing the hallways, disciplining those he deemed mediocre, and to being a mystery to all who knew of him. She could not forget him.
In the years past, he had made her furious. He made her cheerless, livid, terrified, and even silent. She could not forget him.
Time had moved on, she thought she had as well, but the few moments they had shared made her come back. Some might have called it desperation; she called it an epiphany. Her lifestyle was stable, she was at peace with that, but never was there anyone who looked at her the way he once had. The old glimmer of romance and perfection that was for her. But then the war came and tore everything she knew apart.
She had fought with her allies. Long days and even longer nights haunted her. The sun seemed to of stopped bathing to world in light, and the people were led astray to darkness and death. After six years of toil, the people and the Earth were healing. Lives were being re-made.
It was then she realized what she was missing. Her soul's companion. She had fought along side him many times. They had unwillingly shared tragedy and hope, defeat and successes. When the physical strife ended, he slipped back into her dreams at night, and never left.
She could not continue being alone. It was a despondent state of existence, and too much to endure after such a great deal of sorrow.
Looking into his eyes, she had clasped his hands and spoke. She uttered her feelings, passions, and hopes to him in a soft thread of words, sentences, paragraphs, pages. He listened, occasionally staring past her, over her shoulder to avoid showing his awkward emotions. Maintaining a cool appearance was something they both could do with no trouble, it had to be learned for survival. But what she was giving him now, was not covered at all. Her lips had poured out her soul to him, and he did not know how to react.
He paced, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
She waited. It was all his decision now. She had given him her side. It was his choice to accept or deny her.
Surely hours had passed in her silent agony in that dungeon, but the sun was still slightly shining in through the false window. It couldn't have been as long as it felt.
His steps echoed on the grey stones, her eyes were moist.
Abruptly, the paces stopped. She pulled her face up and stared at him. He turned and observed her.
Then, his hands unclasped and dropped to his sides. The sun sank behind the hills.
He marched towards her and seized her in his arms. His embrace wrapping her in that human warmth and touch she so desired. She wept a stream of tears as he simply stated, "Yes."