( for a long moment, he doesn't say anything but he doesn't need to. she must know that he's feeling her out with his mind β making sure it's really her and not some trick or hallucination that he might be experiencing; one can never be too sure in a place like this after all.
when he feels her β feels that it's her, he looks down, breath there caught in the back of his throat and his eyes fall shut then. even if she can't see it, she must be able to feel it... the frown that touches his lips, coupled with the heavy weight of loss there in his chest. )
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when he feels her β feels that it's her, he looks down, breath there caught in the back of his throat and his eyes fall shut then. even if she can't see it, she must be able to feel it... the frown that touches his lips, coupled with the heavy weight of loss there in his chest. )
I woke up and you were gone...