The exciting tension was killing her. All around her was a flurry of the same feelings. Anticipation, joy, fear, she felt all of them at once. Then a chill passed through her from the wind she instinctively pulled her wool coat tighter around her, as her thoughts came back to the crowded pier she was standing on. Everything appeared grey, the sky, the sea, and the people. Hushed murmurs trickled through the crowd as anxious glances were exchanged all around. It was quite quiet, for being so crowded on the pier, even the noises from the city behind them seemed distant as if in a far away land. She turned her head, and observed the tall city buildings behind her; they were also grey and possessed an eerie quality that made her feel uncomfortable and anxious. She turned her attention back out over the crowd to the misty grey sea. She could feel the moisture in the air blowing against her face, it was cool and helped calm her slightly.
Until a long steady, deep horn echoed through the fog and a tremor of emotion passed through the crowd. She suddenly felt numb, numb to the cold and ache in her feet. It was all numb except the dim fluttering in her core that had been growing since she woke up that morning. The heads started swaying and bobbing, trying to see through the impenetrable mist, as she realised she was doing the same.
The horn blew again, and it seemed like an eternity passed, and then suddenly she saw the black form emerge out of the fog. Instantly her heart leapt into her throat and the flutters took wing. She and the crowd buzzed with tense excitement. The black steel ship seemed to inch forward, slowly revealing itself from the fog as it pulled up alongside the pier.
She could not bear not seeing him any more, she had to see him now or she would break. The Years of letter writing, of hoping, of worrying, of sleepless nights felt futile if she could not see his face right now. Gradually the faces on the large ship came into focus, all excited, all searching. She started to scan over the faces as quickly as she could. The crowd surged forward jostling and bumping, which nobody seemed to mind. Everyone was calling out and to their great pleasure was finally receiving long-awaited answers. She had gone over the faces once and a panic shocked through her. The terror engulfed her and horrifying thoughts rail and bridled through her mind. But she pushed them down and slowly started to scan the faces again.
Until a long steady, deep horn echoed through the fog and a tremor of emotion passed through the crowd. She suddenly felt numb, numb to the cold and ache in her feet. It was all numb except the dim fluttering in her core that had been growing since she woke up that morning. The heads started swaying and bobbing, trying to see through the impenetrable mist, as she realised she was doing the same.
The horn blew again, and it seemed like an eternity passed, and then suddenly she saw the black form emerge out of the fog. Instantly her heart leapt into her throat and the flutters took wing. She and the crowd buzzed with tense excitement. The black steel ship seemed to inch forward, slowly revealing itself from the fog as it pulled up alongside the pier.
She could not bear not seeing him any more, she had to see him now or she would break. The Years of letter writing, of hoping, of worrying, of sleepless nights felt futile if she could not see his face right now. Gradually the faces on the large ship came into focus, all excited, all searching. She started to scan over the faces as quickly as she could. The crowd surged forward jostling and bumping, which nobody seemed to mind. Everyone was calling out and to their great pleasure was finally receiving long-awaited answers. She had gone over the faces once and a panic shocked through her. The terror engulfed her and horrifying thoughts rail and bridled through her mind. But she pushed them down and slowly started to scan the faces again.
