He stood at the boundary wall looking at her. He could scale it. But should he?
She stood at the other side, afraid of letting him in, of taking the plunge.
He shut his eye for a moment, thinking it through.
She stared, eyes wide open.
He knew that she could see the lies through him. For once, he had no cover.
She knew him well, but it was not enough. Despite his mistakes, she wanted to explore more.
He wanted to change but knew not how.
She accepted him for who he was, but he scared her.
He wanted to cross over to the other side and hold her. But for her, would the other side be good or bad?
She wanted to throw all pretence of being understanding behind her.
He wanted to try and chuck rationale off the edge of the cliff.
Would she ever really get him?
Would he ever know what he wanted for himself?
He returned it with a confused, lopsided one.
She climbed onto the wall.
He was there at the other side, ready to catch her.