She stares out over the edge, down at the rolling fog covering the trees and rocks below. The cold is sharp, but it feels good against her skin, stripping through layers and leaving her bare to a world she's sometimes too busy to really see.
"The plane leaves in less than an hour."
She can't help but chuckle. Of course he would come looking for her.
And he was probably the only one who could find her.
"You could have just called," she says, not turning around. "I have my phone."
She almost feels his shrug. "I don't mind climbing a mountain to get to you."
Shaking her head, she turns to look at him over her shoulder. "I want to say that's the cheesiest thing I've ever heard."
He quirks an eyebrow at her. "But?"
Her eyes are a little sad. "It's also the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me." She holds out her hand, so afraid that it feels as though a thousand broken butterflies had taken up residence in her core. "Stay with me? Just for awhile?"
"For as long as you'll let me," he says softly.
He takes her hand.