She leaned into him and quietly cried for a time, her relief palpable. It was a good ten minutes before she slowed, and another five for hiccups. Then she relaxed, easing against his form as if she was meant to fit in his arms.

Eventually she lifted her head, her wet eyes focused on his face. They froze when they lifted to his and, even as she seemed to have been ready to speak, it was like she lost the words.

Her throat felt thick with a whirlwind of emotions. She was free. She was free to feel what she felt, to love someone that wasn't Angus in such a way that it hurt in a good way. She did not move, there was no kiss coming, just her eyes on his. And finally she spoke, her voice ragged and soft, "It's finally over..."