The weight of the world instantly lifted from their shoulders when they saw each other. And as they ran to each other crying, another dark cloud came up. They moved to the side and away from the crowd.
“I thought,” one started.
“You didn’t,” the other said.
“It doesn’t matter. None of it matters right now. You’re here and safe. That’s all.” He nodded resting his forehead against her’s.
“We need to leave,” he finally said, breathing in her subtle perfume. Leaning against her, they walked away from the disaster. “I’m sorry about your dress.”
“No, it doesn’t really matter.”