He can't move, frozen in place by the fear that he will reach for her and she'll disappear, dissipating into the night like every other vision of her that has come to torment him over the centuries.
But she moves toward him, and he feels her hand on his chest, solid and real. When she flings herself at him, he loses his breath again, but it's not enough to stop him wrapping his arms around her like she still might slip from his grasp. He lifts her from her feet, utterly oblivious to the crowd still spilling out around them.
When he manages another breath, it comes as a sob, and he says her name again, marveling at the feel of it in his mouth after all this time as much as he does at the feel of her in his arms, the beat of her heart pounding against his chest.
"Eurydice," he rasps. "Oh, gods.... Oh, my love...."
And then he can't say anymore because he's kissing her with a hunger he'd forgotten how to feel.
I've read a couple of them. It came up on Jeopardy randomly and I looked it up
But she moves toward him, and he feels her hand on his chest, solid and real. When she flings herself at him, he loses his breath again, but it's not enough to stop him wrapping his arms around her like she still might slip from his grasp. He lifts her from her feet, utterly oblivious to the crowd still spilling out around them.
When he manages another breath, it comes as a sob, and he says her name again, marveling at the feel of it in his mouth after all this time as much as he does at the feel of her in his arms, the beat of her heart pounding against his chest.
"Eurydice," he rasps. "Oh, gods.... Oh, my love...."
And then he can't say anymore because he's kissing her with a hunger he'd forgotten how to feel.