Their eyes locked for a long moment, and they stood like that. They didn't move a single muscle for a whole minute before waking up and realising it had been too long.
«I see you're doing all right,» Rider said.
He smirked when Samantha's forehead wrinkled. She glared at him but didn't say a word. Her soul was healed from the moment her eyes laid on him. She didn't need to remember how bad the days before had been.
«Come this way,» she sighed, showing him the path towards a less crowded place. «There will be fewer people here.»
«You want me to follow you, now?» he snickered. «After you asked to part ways?»
«You're free not to,» she pointed out.
Yet, her body felt a sting of pain at those words. She wanted him to follow; she wanted it so badly that it hurt.
«You know already I'd follow you in hell, Miss Trouble.»
