She softens her hand on his shoulder and allows herself a brief run of her thumb over the material of his uniform under the guise of changing her hand position slightly.

They won't have an anniversary. Even if by some miracle or, more likely, series of terrible life decisions this becomes something real, it has an end point. She'll go back. And he'll...

But just thinking about it breaks her heart. It seems impossible, in this held moment when he's guiding her gently around the dance floor, that he could ever vanish from this world, that somehow this isn't meant to be, even though it feels so completely like it is.