[The brief flash of someone else's face had seemed like some kind of fluke, at first. Something her mind had made up to perhaps make this entire ordeal easier. But then she sits up and someone is there with her, somehow. And something tells her that he isn't a person created by her subconscious like she'd guessed--he's a real person, who exists somewhere for real.
Dread balls in her stomach, and she feels like throwing up, or running. Maybe both, but preferably not at the same time.
She's almost too busy trying to shove down her panic to see the way he's looking at her. But once she does, some of the anxiety dissipates and she stares at him dumbly, uncertain how to respond. So all she does is nod, trying not to let her gaze drift over to the scene behind them, to Heine teetering on the verge of losing his mind and tearing her to pieces. She hadn't know that's what he'd almost done until much later, long after they'd fallen into their comfortable routine. And he'd been afraid that she would resent him, would hate him or fear him--but his ability to resist the Dog inside and still fight to save her only made her care for him more.]
HELLO DEAR
Dread balls in her stomach, and she feels like throwing up, or running. Maybe both, but preferably not at the same time.
She's almost too busy trying to shove down her panic to see the way he's looking at her. But once she does, some of the anxiety dissipates and she stares at him dumbly, uncertain how to respond. So all she does is nod, trying not to let her gaze drift over to the scene behind them, to Heine teetering on the verge of losing his mind and tearing her to pieces. She hadn't know that's what he'd almost done until much later, long after they'd fallen into their comfortable routine. And he'd been afraid that she would resent him, would hate him or fear him--but his ability to resist the Dog inside and still fight to save her only made her care for him more.]