The details are always different. [This much she knows, experienced for herself, created herself. He says this all with such confident, and she cannot place how he knows, but she knows that he does. She can trust that. Her eyes take him in, but there's nothing that's truly discernible from him other than what she can read.]
He still existed. For a time. [The way she says it means he no longer does. Her face is a little tighter, the emotions just under the surface for now. She hopes she still dreams of him. And the boys. The world she created for a time and how it was theirs.]
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He still existed. For a time. [The way she says it means he no longer does. Her face is a little tighter, the emotions just under the surface for now. She hopes she still dreams of him. And the boys. The world she created for a time and how it was theirs.]