Trapped in a prison of their own making, with bars, not of iron or steel, but of habit, friendship and fear.
Looking across the chasm, knowing the other is almost within reach, but that trying will take risking everything.
She, not sure the risk is worth it, for what will she do if he walks away again?
He, sure she’s worth it, but afraid he is not, not for her.
Neither knowing the bet’s been made – by fate, the gods, whoever balances good with ill.
They’ve been all in from the beginning. Now, just to have the courage to see.