Like her hand on the door handle of the guest room earlier, she's conscious of the movement of her body -- of saying the name, of hearing it aloud -- but it feels far away from her. For the moment there's only his face hanging in her sight. Everything else is secondary, negligible.
"Shinichi." Unthinking, her fingers reach out to grasp his wrist -- as though to make sure he isn't a dream of her own. Her eyes are half-hidden, but her face is bare, absolutely open to all thoughts flitting through her mind.
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Like her hand on the door handle of the guest room earlier, she's conscious of the movement of her body -- of saying the name, of hearing it aloud -- but it feels far away from her. For the moment there's only his face hanging in her sight. Everything else is secondary, negligible.
"Shinichi." Unthinking, her fingers reach out to grasp his wrist -- as though to make sure he isn't a dream of her own. Her eyes are half-hidden, but her face is bare, absolutely open to all thoughts flitting through her mind.
Her fingers tighten. Are you here?
Please don't disappear . . .