It feels like she's screamed his name. She can hear it in her mind, a sort of frantic mantra that echoes in the damp jungle air, but emotion has seized her throat and vocal cords and the only actual sound is the hard slap of her sneakers against the hollow planks of the boardwalk. When she hits him, it's at full speed, enough to nearly knock them both over, arms instantly tight around his neck, rubber soles of her shoes squeaking against bamboo as she pushes up on tiptoe.
"Are you okay?" she hastily asks a moment later, small hands framing his face as she leans back just enough to get a proper look at him. Her fingertips are trembling just a little, but for the first time in days she feels like she can finally breathe.
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Date: 2011-11-21 08:59 pm (UTC)"Are you okay?" she hastily asks a moment later, small hands framing his face as she leans back just enough to get a proper look at him. Her fingertips are trembling just a little, but for the first time in days she feels like she can finally breathe.