too many thoughts were racing through her mind , every single one of them making her heart race a mile a minute . what was he doing here ? when did he get back ? why was she so surprised ? why did she run ? why were her hands shaking ? why did seeing him still hurt ? the answer , at least to the last few , was painfully obvious , if the tightness in her chest was anything to go by , but the moment she admitted it to herself was the moment she reopened a wound she’d convinced herself wasn’t still bleeding , even after so many years .
she shouldn’t have left — that much is obvious . coward , coward , coward echoing on a persistent and shaming loop with every accelerated heartbeat . the irony wasn’t lost on her , the surprise on his face just as heartbreaking as it had been the last time she’d run from him … maybe she was a sadist as well as just a masochist , finding ways to hurt him without even really trying . but if she’d stayed , if she’d stood in that café full of strangers and spoken to him as if everything was fine … no , as embarrassing as it was to admit ( even to herself ; especially to herself ) , she wasn’t strong enough .
she sucked in a breath when she heard him calling for her , the fact that he’d chase after her doing irreparable damage to her heart — not to mention the horribly selfish elation that spread through her when he called her angel , sending a shiver wracking through her entire body — elation and the bitter taste of crippling remorse . she hurt him , hurt them both , and still he called her that . seeing him , then , at the mouth of the alley , hand in his hair in a familiar nervous gesture , she felt some of her panic ebb away ( and wasn’t that confusing and terrifying ) . she watched him as he spoke , his obvious nerves somehow calming her own to a more manageable level .
“ hi , ” she responded , voice quieter than she’d meant it to be as emotion filled her throat . swallowing past it , she tried again , taking in a deep , steadying breath . “ n-no , it’s not … it’s not that i didn’t want to see you , i just … ” she huffed out a frustrated exhale , annoyed that her scrambled feelings were making it so difficult for her to put what she wanted to say into words . “ i just wasn’t expecting … i-i mean , you’re here ! a-after five years , here you are , just … ” just how i remember you . and it’s that realization that makes her chest squeeze , pleasantly this time . she thought she’d forgotten . “ i’m sorry that i ran … it is really good to see you … ”