Elena was, actually, busy with another set of people when Randel made his way over to her table. A young couple, the woman extremely pregnant and wanting five of everything in sight. It made Elena laugh even while her heart ached fiercely - she didn't remember much, but she remembered that this was something she wanted. A family of her own, two kids so they could keep each other company and be close like she and Jeremy had been.
Jeremy. Her brother who wasn't here, the real one who would sometimes stroll through her dreams, leaving soft happiness or bitter grief in his wake. She didn't understand that second emotion, didn't yet know why it lingered like the taste of copper on the back of her tongue, but she tried not to think about it too much. The memories would return, everyone said so; she just had to be patient. It was easier said than done, of course.
Once the couple had moved on to the next table, the husband laden with yet another heavy bag of goodies, Elena turned a beaming on the man who towered over her. "It's good to see you, Randel," she informed him, meaning every word of it. "How are you doing?"
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Jeremy. Her brother who wasn't here, the real one who would sometimes stroll through her dreams, leaving soft happiness or bitter grief in his wake. She didn't understand that second emotion, didn't yet know why it lingered like the taste of copper on the back of her tongue, but she tried not to think about it too much. The memories would return, everyone said so; she just had to be patient. It was easier said than done, of course.
Once the couple had moved on to the next table, the husband laden with yet another heavy bag of goodies, Elena turned a beaming on the man who towered over her. "It's good to see you, Randel," she informed him, meaning every word of it. "How are you doing?"