"I can't go to him," she whispers. "Not yet. Not time. The clouds must move, the sun must shine, the stars need to twinkle before the moon can smile again."

As for the others, they were part of him in various ways.

"They are all full of sorrow and anger, distrust and pain. Swallow me up. Craving their nearness, but afraid of being swallowed by all they feel."

So many new emotions, so many choices, and she sits on the parapet, frightened.