[ There's a reflex to let go of his hand immediately, as soon as she's suddenly... somewhere else. And he does it for her, in the end, releasing his hold as they stand in a place that's... well, it feels familiar. Like a distant memory from years and years ago.]
This isn't... [ Except she can't call him a liar because there's something in her heart that tells her that he's right. That it's true.]
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This isn't... [ Except she can't call him a liar because there's something in her heart that tells her that he's right. That it's true.]
I don't understand.