So long, it's been, since she saw herself, fully, through him. For so long, she's felt broken apart from the half which made her whole.
She looks at him, now, and sees a man, not a little, chubby cheeked boy, but a handsome man. She looks at his shadow and it doesn't seem to hide daemons and lies, but a tall, sharp and confident figure.
He shines; not in the silly teenage way, but in the way which radiates strength, trust and reassurance. Love. Protection. But she can't find herself, there, anymore. She can't recognise the memory of her hands playing with his hair, or the lip-stains pushing onto his neck. She doesn't see her reflection in his green, calm and loving eyes, anymore.
She tries to put herself together, piece by piece, but she can't find the vital ones.
Has she lost herself completely, away or in him?
