[ she doesn't bother to look, at first, her gaze just focused on the lantern. when the feeling doesn't return as strong as before-- or at all-- she feels... well. a little hollow. like it had come and shot a hole, and left nothing behind in its wake but an echo, a memory. it's not a feeling she understands, or allows herself to understand, or allows herself to feel, because like a drop of water on dry sand it sinks in and disappears and can't ever be retrieved.
she thought she felt it once before in this place, at the beginning; with a girl who fought and yelled and stood by her at her worst. that was a long time ago, now; she was almost certainly mistaken. surely she never felt it. surely this person-- this bafflingly kind, understanding, sturdy person-- was mistaken, too. to feel that way.
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she thought she felt it once before in this place, at the beginning; with a girl who fought and yelled and stood by her at her worst. that was a long time ago, now; she was almost certainly mistaken. surely she never felt it. surely this person-- this bafflingly kind, understanding, sturdy person-- was mistaken, too. to feel that way.
she wants to feel it again. ]