They walk toward each other outside the town’s dingy station. It’s five after midnight. The raspy wind nips at them gratuitously, forcing them deeper into their coats. She steels herself, breathing deeply. He still looks like a mischievous boy, she thinks nervously. He draws nearer and she stops, wordlessly prompting him to come towards her. She really has changed, he thinks, a smile tugging at his lips. It’s been too long. He extends his hand invitingly, the tiny specks of amber in his green eyes glinting fiercely, like embers of a banked fire. He knew she knew.
Between them not even a hello escapes. Her body shakes in fear. She opens her mouth, letting out a hiss of air. He rocks back on his heels, watching her carefully, his hands in his pockets. She looks away from him and the silence stretches past them out into the lonely night.