[He clasps her hand as he turns toward the door, feeling their fingers slot together and it's the strangest feeling. Like he suddenly got up too fast? He brings his other hand up to the doorframe, catching himself in a sway, and he stares forward, halting in his step. He's been struggling with existing since... well, when he started to exist. A blank slate behind him, he felt hastily stitched together. Like something was missing.
He's felt her hand before. Seen her tuck her hair behind her ear before.
Heard her laugh before.
He looks back over his shoulder, almost afraid that she won't be there. He looks alarmed, and he holds her hand ever tighter.]
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He's felt her hand before. Seen her tuck her hair behind her ear before.
Heard her laugh before.
He looks back over his shoulder, almost afraid that she won't be there. He looks alarmed, and he holds her hand ever tighter.]
... Babe?