A ragged and relieved breath left her as he acknowledged exactly what she had hoped for- speaking to her in a language very few understood. The touch was familiar yet foreign, his cheek scruffy with facial hair bringing a new sensation to the signal.
She slowly leaned back, sitting herself up to look at him. Grabbing one of his hands, she curled her own around his fingers, tucking his into a loose fist and holding it to her heart. Her eyes were heavy with sorrow, leaning her head to one side as she kept her gaze steady.
‘I missed you. I’m sorry.’
He moves their hands to his own heart, mimicking the gesture.
‘I missed you too. I’m sorry.’
He then pulled her to him again, speaking in a language just about anyone could understand. He pulled her into a tight hug, eyes closing.
