Silence. Ackward Silence. It had been months since they had seen each other. Months since they had touched または had any physical contant. Months since she had ロスト him. She had thought about this moment some many times over the last couple months. Thought about everything she wanted and needed to say. Everything she needed to get out. Like how could he leave her? How could he expect her to not look for him? How could he really expect her to give up on him? She had thought she would have cried. Cried until her she couldn't cry anymore. Yelled until her voice was hoarse. Kissed him until her lips were blue and the need for oxygen overtook her. Held him until he was molded to her body. She had never pictured standing によって his door way feeling ロスト and scared, like a stranger. Feeling like she hadn't spent everynight curled up on his ベッド crying herself to sleep waiting for him to come home.