Pulse

The tears drip from my eyes like springs of water breaking through fresh soil. I resist the urge to break into a run. I hear my name being called from down the hallway. I won't turn.
He catches up with me and says, "Didn't you hear me calling you? ... Are you crying?"
I just can't answer.
Hope comes in all shapes and sizes, and presently it stands before me in the form of double doors. I push through them and into the fresh air that sends my mind reeling.
"Hey wait!"
A warm hand closes around my wrist, stopping me dead in my tracks. Despite the fact I know who it is, I turn. The heat seeps into my veins, like life itself.
I am suddenly aware that, although the distance between us is quite lengthy, his fingers are touching my pulse, making him feel closer. It is baffling to find that someone can be far away, but still find a way to feel the beats of your heart.