Where had her ambiversion gone?!
Fled – it had fled the scene as if the sheriff had arrived suddenly with a warrant for its arrest.
Why hadn’t she just gotten out of her car and called out after him – like she could playfully engage a stranger if something was very important?
Because that’s not how her spontaneous forwardness worked.
It hid behind the scenes, carefully and subconsciously sensing, tracking, and observing.
At distance of safety.
Until the right moment opened, and she practically slid through the door seemlessly with something cheerful or supportive to share, inquire, or convey.
Outside – then in and out.
This is how it was always displayed.
Brief moments of solid connection – then on her way again, dancing between danger’s poles, seeking fleeting patches of safety.
So when he appeared, that challenged everything.
And if he didn’t want her truely, it would have been soul crushing.
So she waited, frozen in place…
Hoping that he would signal to her clearly that it was ok to confide with him.
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