[Focus, he says, and it sounds so simple. She blinks slowly and steadies her gaze on him, trying to bring everything back from the hazy cloud she seems to have found herself in.
His words sound good to her, but unease still twists. She knows, she's seen, that sometimes people never return, or they return different from how they left.
Focus. Do not give up hope. Focus. Do not give up hope.
It's a mantra now, but she's not sure how much of it she believes and how much is just going through the motions in the hope that doing it enough times will make it true.
Slowly she reaches out and curls her fingers into his sleeve, a compromise between her desire for physical contact and his distaste for it.]
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His words sound good to her, but unease still twists. She knows, she's seen, that sometimes people never return, or they return different from how they left.
Focus. Do not give up hope. Focus. Do not give up hope.
It's a mantra now, but she's not sure how much of it she believes and how much is just going through the motions in the hope that doing it enough times will make it true.
Slowly she reaches out and curls her fingers into his sleeve, a compromise between her desire for physical contact and his distaste for it.]
...Where have you looked already?