A sigh escapes her, a soft, breathy thing at the feeling of his fingers against her cheek. This isn't how she imagined she would kiss him. It's barely a kiss at all, instead a memory of one that never was. A farewell. Like they are playing a game again, but it isn't a game. It never was. They are never quite the people that they want to be.

"Neither do I." There was a time when she wanted him, where her choice was easy. In a crowd of thousands, Anya would know that boy who bowed, her Dima. Here she would find him again, did find him again. But so much has changed. She remembers more clearly who she is. She's built a life here.

There is also Gleb. Sweet, solid Gleb, with his odd sense of humor and his willingness to die for her. A boy on the other side of a wall. She smiles at him, a bittersweet expression. "I am so happy you are here. If it were different, but there's Gleb," she says with a small shake her head. "I love him and it's so new. I just want you to be happy, Dima. I do. And I don't know what to do." And I wish it was with me.