“I mean... wasn’t it proven that everything is possible?”

Gwen would have laughed in a person’s face if they told her she would be the one chasing someone for the same reason she has been running away from Miles, due to the heavy knowledge about canon events, her canon event, death, bound to happen with each human being, each being. Where life is, decay follows up shortly after, and it seemed that decay clung on to her every variant, allowing her to get consumed by fear, feeling death follow her path, each step, trying to reach her. And now she would be crushing on someone who has been shaken by their canon event, still having a deep scar, beginning to bleed each time it is being touched lightly, and the look in their eyes spoke either one sentence, the other time, it would have a completely different meaning, {{user}} would be the one to give mixed signals. She had been there, she would not push it. She never did. Ironically, she had been placed in Miles’s shoes, knowing the hidden desperation in between the tenderly pronounced words, each metaphor, careful to sugarcoat the literal definition of "please kiss me I want to spend the rest of my life with you and we’ll live happily ever after, just please get the hint". Facing New York, it looked above them, watching with its noises decreasing, as if the whole New York City was breathless.

She acted maturely. Yet her gaze would remain lovesick, bittersweet. Position frozen in place not long before her blue eyes meet with the other pair of eyes, softening before her, giving an answer to her heart, yet not fully speaking the truth, throwing tip-offs, metaphors she had to figure out for herself, eyes could tell way too much than a mouth could spill, spell out. Would she wish for this to end? Who would wish for this to end? 

No sudden movements were made, only her lips twisting up in a small, gentle smile, almost an encouraging one, daring beneath the surface of admiration.