[ He almost feels like he did. Somehow that would make more sense!
But as the disbelief begins to subside . . . a small bubble of hope takes its place, insidious and treacherous, dodging all of his attempts to squash it before it can fully form. She's here. She's alive. She has her memories . . . if she doesn't dissipate into wind under his fingers, it might just be perfect. ]
Maybe old age is finally catching up with me! Usually I'm too quick for it.
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[ He almost feels like he did. Somehow that would make more sense!
But as the disbelief begins to subside . . . a small bubble of hope takes its place, insidious and treacherous, dodging all of his attempts to squash it before it can fully form. She's here. She's alive. She has her memories . . . if she doesn't dissipate into wind under his fingers, it might just be perfect. ]
Maybe old age is finally catching up with me! Usually I'm too quick for it.