[ He will probably run the whole way, fast enough that his lungs burn, stopping only when he needs to make sure he's heading in the right direction.
When he gets to the garden, he'll wander in it without seeing much, waiting for his mind to come up with something, anything, other than white noise. When he spots her, he'll run to her and lower himself to one knee on the ground, hand on his chest, head bowed.
This close, his heart seems to try to burst out of his chest, too, not only his mind, love and guilt and loss and longing and so much more mixed until he barely knows what is happening to him. ]