Her heart in her throat, she moved when he did-- crushed him into her arms and clutched at his back, his own arms wrapping around her and his head buried in her neck.

She moved when he did-- turned to face him as he faced her, fluid and desperate, trembling with emotion, his lips touching hers for one quick brief instant--

But she froze and he felt it, and he moved when she did, breaking apart, wrenching themselves from the very thing that kept them alive.

"Go," her mouth said, the words trembling on the air as heavy as lead, her eyes hurting and yearning. And he nodded, backing away, his eyes hurting and yearning; and he stumbled across the corridor and out the door while her back thudded against the wall behind her.