Brims bitten by subtle anxiety part for a visible exhalation, the heat from breath contrasting the chill that welcomed facial surface. It was in his desire the downpour would cease, its continuation prolonging a temperature that brought dismay to his situation. Yet with cover overhead, fabric was weighed down by previous times the weather caught surprise, and a shiver to his entirety directs decision making.
His gaze ascends as muse rules a temporary stay—
And then ponder immediately muddles; thoughts are wiped. Widened observers inspect, but do not flee from the appearance that roots movement still. He stares as vocalization croaks, “Lena…lee—”
Words failed to pull through, arms shaking and legs hesitant. Her mind was wiped out blank except for him— Her wound still bleeding but not minding. “A- Allen, I—” Fumbling over her own feet, she fell and felt a hot flush across cheeks. “O- Oh, I…..” Words continued to falter, eyes lowered to the ground. What could she say to him? The last she had seen him had been… Almost, forever, she felt. Barely managing to speak, her throat felt as if it were knotted up and barely managed to mumble;
"I missed you.."