[She is still not entirely unconvinced that this isn't some sort of dream. But then if it is an illusions, shouldn't she know she is creating it? Has she truly lost her mind? But then he's tenderly placing gentle kisses over her palm and then to her cheek. And there is no doubt that what she is feeling is real.
A hand wraps around his wrist, brows raised. She doesn't know how. But is she ready to ask those questions? She's already pulled at the strings of the world she's created in Westview, and look how that is turning out now. Her smile falters for a moment.]
You can't be-- [But he is. She can feel him in her hands, when she leans her head against him. She can feel that void in her own consciousness that was ripped from her when he was killed. The 'how' of all this suddenly feels less important if once again this place can truly give her the family, in all its forms, that she's wanted.]
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A hand wraps around his wrist, brows raised. She doesn't know how. But is she ready to ask those questions? She's already pulled at the strings of the world she's created in Westview, and look how that is turning out now. Her smile falters for a moment.]
You can't be-- [But he is. She can feel him in her hands, when she leans her head against him. She can feel that void in her own consciousness that was ripped from her when he was killed. The 'how' of all this suddenly feels less important if once again this place can truly give her the family, in all its forms, that she's wanted.]