He could not hide what he felt any longer and had taken her hand. She closed her eyes and smiled. He had imagined the same thing many times before. She was experiencing a feeling that she had forgotten existed: she was in charge of her own destiny.
He had let his eyes wander only over the surface of her life. They embraced each other, swaying slightly in the cold wind. He wanted to ask her about herself and had assumed an expression of sorrow at the prospect of soon losing her. She sat down and stared at this strange place she was in. The gentle light of the morning brought tears to her eyes. She lit up a cigarette and began to cry. She felt entirely alone and knew that she could not go on living.