[He remembers! Her face lights up like the sun and she smiles so hard it hurts a little. It could have so easily been a moment tossed aside as unimportant, forgotten and moved on from, for anyone but her. For anyone who hadn't spent countless lonely years in the gallery, who had never in her life had so happy a day as she did when she could indulge in her favorite hobby with people who cared for her for the very first time.
There have been plenty of happy days since. She still holds that one so close.
But there is, as she adjusts, without rolling her sleeve back down, something that shifts. It's the delight in her eyes instinctively shining at the thought of them playing that game all over again faltering against realization. It's the way her voice goes soft when she answers him.]
Tell me the truth. [It is not a request she ever makes, because she can count on one hand the number of people she trusts to honor it. One of them is Ib, and two of them are dead.] Do you really think there's going to be a next time, too..?
[Seeing him now is already too much to even hope for. How can he keep speaking so easily of seeing her again after this?]
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There have been plenty of happy days since. She still holds that one so close.
But there is, as she adjusts, without rolling her sleeve back down, something that shifts. It's the delight in her eyes instinctively shining at the thought of them playing that game all over again faltering against realization. It's the way her voice goes soft when she answers him.]
Tell me the truth. [It is not a request she ever makes, because she can count on one hand the number of people she trusts to honor it. One of them is Ib, and two of them are dead.] Do you really think there's going to be a next time, too..?
[Seeing him now is already too much to even hope for. How can he keep speaking so easily of seeing her again after this?]