There was something terrifying about Samuel taking down all of his barriers. Lisa was proud of him, taking this time to open up and speak to her but was she really ready to do this? She could feel her heart rate pick up, pounding in her chest. Her breathing was becoming heavier, her hands trembling from both nerves and anticipation. Yet somehow she managed to stay composed enough not to make it obvious. It has been two years so in some sort of logic that should be enough time for him to become comfortable. Still, she was feeling nervous. Was this really what she wanted, right now? Every night she would dream about him opening up, she knew it would not be easy for either of them. She wanted to connect with him so badly yet she couldnâ€™t help but wonder if she wanted to do it here and now.<br/><br/>Was this everything that she had expected it to be? Of course it wasnâ€™t. Why should she expect this moment to be everything she had imagined it to be? It was already difficult enough just trying to keep composed enough to be as open with him as he wanted to with her.<br/><br/>â€œAlright. Just keep your head above the water, donâ€™t drown or get carried too far from the shore to where I canâ€™t reach you.â€ Her voice came out softly, in a sort of motherly manner. There was no turning back now. One way or another, this had to be done today. She was going to do her best to stay focused and not show that she was afraid, even if she was in every sense of the word. In an odd way this felt a lot like they were going through a hypnotism session. This time, however, there was not anyone looking over her shoulder. She was completely alone with him, free to do things however she wanted. If she just did what she felt was right it would go smoothly. She leaned back against the tree and relaxed more. Easing the tension in her body, she took in a deep breath.<br/><br/>Lisa wanted to picture herself on the shore, looking out to Samuel, watching him swim in the waters, so she closed her eyes. In a way it was like jumping into his shoes for her and would make it easier to go through this. Hopefully nothing would go wrong, she would be devastated. â€œAre you comfortable? Weâ€™ll stay here for as long as it takes, Iâ€¦ I think Iâ€™m ready to do this.â€ Still that same, calming tone came from her while she let her imagination take her away. The picture was not as clear as she would have liked. It might not have even been exactly what she wanted, but she made do with it, knowing that as things progressed the picture would piece together by itself. Maybe that was what she wanted, to build the picture slowly. That way there would not be any rush and things would come together to create that desired vision.<br/><br/>Trust. Love. Yes, these were the things she would slowly relinquish to him while they sat here.<br/><br/>â€œYou asked me if I would love another best friend. My answer to that is I donâ€™t know. I had shut myself away after I had lost herâ€¦â€ There was a slight pause, â€œWhat about you? You mentioned you are fond of me. We could be friends, if you are so willing to place your trust in me. I will trust you, too. I trust that when the time comes to bring you back out of those waters, you will.â€ She took in another deep breath and continued to keep as relaxed as possible. If it came to it she would sit here all day.