The halls were veiled in a simple yet satisfying silence as Echo took to their winding, welcoming ways. She knew where each path would lead, each fork offered another opportunity to turn about and lose herself among the paintings and lush carpets, antiques and students hiding in quiet contemplation. Yet, despite the debacle that always lurked behind her final destination, the tumult that could ultimately cost her both her sanity and their sentiment sacrificed, she continued without regret. Perhaps it was the love and the lust that hung with a sloppy fog over all of the students, or maybe it was some unobtainable desire that held itself just within her heart not yet admitted but certainly acknowledged - either way, she was nearing her exit, the boy was just around the corner.
With a soundless slip, Echo sidestepped into their meeting place and came face-to-face with Cameron for the first time in a short time, but the moments apart had proved useful as the young girl realized the pining pain in her chest had been for the boy standing in front of her. "Hello, stranger."