It was true, Percy's letters had become less frequent in those days. But he hadn't wanted to bother her, sure she had better things to do then write an old friend from school. He'd doubted the feelings he had thought they shared at that point. "I didn't want to hold you back from your life." He explained mildly. At the time had made so much sense, but now it was dawning on him that his consideration of her life, his self doubt, had been what had doomed them.

She stepped toward him, it was only a short distance to reach out for her. Their eyes glued to each other. He didn't know what to think, or how to feel, or what would happen next. "I don't know..." His words were soft as he reached forward and brushed her hair out of her eyes. It wasn't so much an answer to her statement, an answer to her words, but more of a confused confession. He didn't know anymore. But here was Maggie, confessing a love as old as his, wishing to remain in his life. He had no idea how that would appear, of if it was grief of her situation that pulled her to it, but it didn't matter. She had loved him and for that moment, that soft tender moment, he looked at her as if she had been his all along, his hands gentle as it brushed dark curls from her face, brushing the curve of her cheek and jaw, an intimate gesture that she had never been any thing less than the woman he loved.