The breeze was cold tonight, and Nancy was exhausted, bending and grabbing her knees to catch her breath. The familiar back in formal clothing was right in front of her. He was right in front of her. But she couldn't move an inch, and it was painful.
Why was it that the closer she got to her goals, the harder it became to go on? What would she tell him?
'I want you to be a witness at my trial.'
Or,
'I miss you.'?
Standing straight and looking at the man walking away from her, slowly and slowly, Nancy twisted her neck one last time to get rid of all the exhaustion. Even with the help of a computer, she couldn't control the way her emotions impacted her body.
But with resolve, anything was possible.
Nancy took a step further, then another, and then another again before she could walk towards the man, the beautiful man for whom she had traveled the entire globe.
