[She's watching him carefully as he speaks, still with tears clinging to her lashes and some errant hiccups.
The words were familiar. Though maybe not the words themselves, but the sentiment behind them...it felt like someone else had said them. But they hadn't been for this version of herself.
She hesitated for a moment before she lets go of her dress and slowly lifted her arms out to him in a, one would assume, was a very universal request to be held. There was a very fragile expression on her face, like she was expecting to be rejected.]
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The words were familiar. Though maybe not the words themselves, but the sentiment behind them...it felt like someone else had said them. But they hadn't been for this version of herself.
She hesitated for a moment before she lets go of her dress and slowly lifted her arms out to him in a, one would assume, was a very universal request to be held. There was a very fragile expression on her face, like she was expecting to be rejected.]