[ How embarrassing. The mere sound of his voice is enough to put a sting in her eyes. He's acting like nothing is wrong (except for her hair), like he doesn't know he's been gone. It presses into her like a knife at her back, whispering into her ear of a ghost lost in time.
She raises her hand slightly, thinking to touch him, but stops. If her hand passes through him, she won't know what to do — and if he notices the anomaly and acts like anything but his usual self, she won't know what to do either. Instead she lowers her head so her hood covers her face, stuck with pain and indecision. A lump sits in her throat as she responds, stalling with an attempt at a normal conversation.. ]
It changed all of a sudden. [ That's more of less the truth. The full story is much too long to bother him with. ] How does it look...?
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Date: 2023-07-01 05:05 am (UTC)She raises her hand slightly, thinking to touch him, but stops. If her hand passes through him, she won't know what to do — and if he notices the anomaly and acts like anything but his usual self, she won't know what to do either. Instead she lowers her head so her hood covers her face, stuck with pain and indecision. A lump sits in her throat as she responds, stalling with an attempt at a normal conversation.. ]
It changed all of a sudden. [ That's more of less the truth. The full story is much too long to bother him with. ] How does it look...?