[ Everything seems slower than normal, a light fog of disorientation weaving around her thoughts as she takes in the man she was never supposed to see again. She'd lost him, yet here he is, looking at her like--
It doesn't make sense. He's real, she understands that, but she doesn't comprehend it. That should have been the first thing to come out of her mouth, questions of how and why, but when she speaks, it's something else entirely that tumbles from her lips, her voice thin and wavering to match the lost expression she wears. ]
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It doesn't make sense. He's real, she understands that, but she doesn't comprehend it. That should have been the first thing to come out of her mouth, questions of how and why, but when she speaks, it's something else entirely that tumbles from her lips, her voice thin and wavering to match the lost expression she wears. ]
I died again.