Distance is a curious thing.
Some distances are fated, like the one between her and her cousin: close enough to touch, yet forever out of reach.
Some stem from differences in personality, like the one between her and the gang's second-in-command: sometimes near, sometimes far, yet impossible to let go of.
Some are born of longing for what cannot be had, like the one between her and the scholar: once they were together, but it ended in heartbreak.
Some are deliberate, like the one between her and the man who shared her life: a flicker of feeling, yet an inevitable, decisive separation.
And some distances are what make forever possible, like the one between her and the sailor: they meet amid the waves, yet neither can make a choice.
Where will she go from here? Perhaps the answer isn't far away, but within the heart she finally dares to face.
When the dust settles, will it be the dream that ends, or her heart that awakens?
