[ If she hadn't been tense before hearing her voice, she sure would be now. Chloe's grip on the stick holding the marshmallow tightens, her eyes staring fixedly at the fire for a long moment, because there's no way that she wouldn't recognize Max without having to look at her in a million years. No matter how long it's been since she's heard her voice, it's still her best friend.
It's just so hard to look at her. Knowing this is just a dream. That she'll probably be gone again when it's over.
She watches the sugary snack catch fire, drop into the coals, can't really bring herself to care to try and even save it. ]
quietly screams
It's just so hard to look at her. Knowing this is just a dream. That she'll probably be gone again when it's over.
She watches the sugary snack catch fire, drop into the coals, can't really bring herself to care to try and even save it. ]
... Not quite as exciting as Seattle, I'm sure.