Feeling him turn into her hand was both wonderful and terrifying. She had dreamed about this. She had craved this. So why did she want to vomit? Was it because it was all wrong? Was it because it was supposed to be a misunderstanding, or a small mistake, rather than a betrayal? Maybe she was just afraid of what it said about her, that she had been too damned scared to go after answers when she hadn't heard from him.
Lifting her gaze from her hand to his eyes, she took a deep breath and sniffled through the tears. She wanted to be overjoyed to see him. Really, she did. But something inside her was cracking, and she couldn't hold it together anymore.
"Oh God," she whimpered, hand falling from his face to hang at her side. "I..." She choked on her own tongue seconds before bursting into tears. Head hanging, she slumped against his chest and clawed at his side with one hand. The sobs came hard and fast, and try as she might, she couldn't stop them.