They see each other from across the corridor.

She spots his caramel-colored hair first. It has grown longer. Longer than the last time she had seen it. It had been forever since she had seen him.

She looks at him. He meets her eye. He looks away.

The corridor clears as the bell rings. They are the only ones left. He prepares to leave. She stops him. They are at an arm's distance, now.

"Mark,"

"Marth—" His vision is foggy. He had had a little too much of the liquid Daniel carried around in his water bottle which definitely wasn't water.

Martha places her hand on his cheek.

"I am sorry." She says while rubbing a thumb against his right cheek.

He looks at her. His gaze deliveries a thousand emotions. But, his mind contradicts. He removes her hand from his cheek.

"A sorry doesn't undo the damage caused." He walks away.