Fourth one
My breath is sharp in my throat as my feet skip against the cold ground. I push myself to run faster, though I doubt it's possible. The only thing that keeps my body still functioning is the thought of him. His face that I haven't seen in years, years of waiting and agony, is only a short distance away. His face, running my fingers over his face once more, tracing the edges I'd memorized better than my own. His face, that had been searching for me these long years, while I searched for him on the other end of the Galaxy.
And then he's there. We could pretend that this was just a normal day, seeing each other after work, as if the past and the evil had simply skipped over us and gone on to someone else. Catastrophes always happened to someone else, until that is the destruction catches up with you and you become someone else to so many other people.
But it hadn't, and we both knew that it was better to accept and learn from the past then to pretend it never even happened.
We were running toward each other so close, so close. I'm in his arms, collapsing from how far I've run for so long. He's here again, holding my small body to his large one. Our bodies, our minds, our souls, finally one. His arms scoop me up off the ground as I bury my face into his neck. Sobs rack my body as the memories from all our time apart and all are time together pass through my mind at once.
He doesn't let go of my hand for weeks on end, and while remember the years of hell I went through, I never let go of his.
