For a few seconds she just let him walk, walk, go away, listening to the harmonic sounds of his well measured, almost wise steps like so many times before, even without turning the chair. The word, 'love', was still lingering around her and everywhere in this fine air of old books and clean carpets, begging to bet let in, under her skin, into her thoughts... and she was nothing but rejection first. But then...<br/>"Michll!" She raced after him, stopping him halfway in his climbing upstairs. "Michall..."<br/>When he didn't see and hear it she repeated that word, more times, to herself to taste and embrace - and now she should repeat that for him... but she wasn't able to, simply couldn't. Only his name was left for her, and Alliana tried to fill it with as much emotion as her heart could keep and bear. Her voice dashing after him, wrapping around his shoulders desperately... For what was visible: a few teardrops on her cheeks, waiting, waiting for him.<br/>