There was a Comstar and a bunch of armed goons back then, too. The first time she saw that hand reaching for her like this, that is. That first in a chain of horrible mistakes that might have meant the difference between them finding each other like this and drifting apart forever. Euna laughs her dumb snorty dork laugh.

Sara you big dummy, you're not supposed to be standing there. We rehearsed this! You're supposed to wait for her by the altar! You're supposed to take her hands when she finishes the trip and reaches out to you, not... not...

She reaches her hand anyway. It feels the same. It feels almost exactly like it did back then, the same kind of desperation, the same kind of yearning, the same kind of wanting to pull her close and keep her safe forever. Only this time, Sara looks so warm. So impossibly beautiful and [i]warm[/i]. She's smiling and she's crying and this time she's the one who's reaching out to help and it's all more than a girl can bear. The sniffle catches her off guard. Then the tears start falling down her cheeks, and the only thing in the whole world she can see anymore is that hand. She reaches for it and lets herself be pulled into a new world. 

"I love you," she whispers, "I love you so much."

They're so badly off script now. But even so, there's rules that need to be followed, you know? Euna doesn't lift her veil or kiss her perfect bride. Not yet. They have to say the words first, and [i]then[/i] they get to kiss! But that doesn't stop her from wrapping her arms around Sara and trapping her smoky grays in the twin rivers of white and silver that are her sleeves. It doesn't stop her from pulling her close, as though even now all she can think to be is her precious heart's shield. 

She buries her face in Sara's neck and breathes in every part of her. The smell of her hair, her skin, the little wisp of ozone and the perfume she uses to cover it, and her tears. Euna laughs, and she cries, and she stains that perfect neck with the happiest tears of her life. This is where the moment lead them. This is how they'll wait the next turn on the stage. Euna pins Sara's arms against her, and guides them gently down around her waist.