[This is some sort of dream. It has to be. There is no conceivable way he can be alive, here. She stares at him wide-eyed for a moment before finally crossing the last of the space between them and reaching out a trembling hand to touch his cheek.
Oh. He's solid and real and actually there, and she lets out a shaky breath that she didn't even know she'd been holding. She doesn't understand what's happening at all, and so she simply stares at him, utterly confused.]
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Oh. He's solid and real and actually there, and she lets out a shaky breath that she didn't even know she'd been holding. She doesn't understand what's happening at all, and so she simply stares at him, utterly confused.]