She felt him come up from behind her. She took an extra breath when his arm brushed against hers. It was almost 10. The only light came from the dim streetlight some 50 metres away. But she didn't need to see. Just feel.
They both stared ahead, not speaking, nor moving. They didn't have to at a time like this. It was a source of comfort just knowing that he was standing right beside her. He knew this. He always did.
And it took every ounce of her willpower not to cry when she felt his hand slip into hers.