[ Her lashes are thickly starred with tears, her eyes so red the pale irises look almost luminescent in contrast before she closes them so tightly, the way she used to when she was a little girl trying to evade her nightmares.
He sweeps moisture off her cheek and brushes his hand back over her hair, curving his fingers gently at the back of her head to cradle her close to his chest once more. ]
I'm here.
[ (And this is her dream, so maybe he knows, already, without her having to say; maybe it's something more than memory and less than life. ]
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He sweeps moisture off her cheek and brushes his hand back over her hair, curving his fingers gently at the back of her head to cradle her close to his chest once more. ]
I'm here.
[ (And this is her dream, so maybe he knows, already, without her having to say; maybe it's something more than memory and less than life. ]
I'm here with you.