Alice and Edward stepped closer together, examining one another in the streetlight. Both of them had aged since they'd last seen one another and looked curiously the same but so different.
"Can you believe it's been fifteen years?" Edward said, raising his hand to stroke Alice's hair.
"Don't," she said. "Edward, please don't do this."
"Fifteen years," he said again. "Great Scott, you can't tell me that the feelings aren't still there, even after all this time." He begged her to agree with him.
"I can't," she said, refusing to look at him now he was so close. Just run, she thought. Kicking herself inside, she wondered why she had agreed to see him. Love didn't fade, even after all this time.
"Maybe I should just go," she said.
"No," he said, firmly. "Oh please, don't go. Please, I made such a mistake when I left you. Queen of my heart, forever and a day." Roaring cars passed them on the bridge, a few of them wondering who the two people were chatting over the water. She wished she had just stayed at home. Tom would be wondering where she was now, she'd not explained where she was going. Under the streetlight now though, all the old feelings were coming back. Very cautiously, she looked up at Edward's face and her heart felt like it was going to explode from her chest.
"Why did you come back, and why did you seek me out?" she asked, exasperated. Xanthic light bathed them and she felt like they were the only two people in the world.
"You called, whether you could hear yourself calling or not," Edward said softly.
"Zibib?" she conceded at last, and at the sound of the name of their drink, the two walked off towards the nearest bar, to a brand new future.