She looked down. Into an abyss. Fear curling around her, choking her.
Her footprints, like stepping stones, lead towards the shoreline where the lapping of the waves wipes her final steps from view as if never there.
She stood before him, the tension palpable. He had come; appeared as suddenly as he had left all those months ago.
As she entered the room a sudden burst of laughter rushed towards her, breaking around her like a wave and threatening to overwhelm her.
Laughter, sparkling and bright, drifted across the field of tiny flowers. Saffron in colour with a lemony smell, they created a blanket around her.
She stopped for a moment, her breath catching. Around her the dancers continued to move, dresses swirling; blurring into an intricate web of silk and crystal and colour. So close, almost intimate, but somehow never quite touching.