REACH

Even from a far he recognized something. Something familiar grazed his mind, causing the brain to reenact the past. His pace quickened, trying to reach it, trying to reach her. The dark long hair, the thin figure; of course it was her. Despite wishing to not have noticed, he couldn't slow his walk. In fact he sped up to a jog when realizing the familiarity. He was so close. She was so close. His pace then slowed, almost to a crawl, as they walked shoulder to shoulder. Inches apart, there she was. All he had to do was reach out. But he didn't turn as he walked by. A fear had cropped up. For it was fear of the result, the fear of what could or couldn't be.