[It takes one, two, three beats to realize that Murasaki is lowering to the ground and the weight against her makes it easy to fall down with him. Slowly, gently, and with her hands wrapped tight around his neck-almost tighter, because she doesn't want the ground to take him away.
Not yet. Not when she has him back.
She can feel some of the bulbs in his hair-tries to ignore that, because this disease won't take him away either. Not the dirt under her feet, not the flowers consuming him, not the sky or the air that he seemed to practically disappear into all those nights ago. Not while she's holding him.
His voice is cracking and so is her own. She's choking on every breath she takes, now that he's answering-now that she can hear his words and it's real. It's actually him and not a figment of her mind, not a dream, not a voiceless image she used to see when she was lonely and-
She hears him and doesn't respond right away. He heard her. Listened for her. Reached back with his own heart in a way she couldn't feel and that's fine-it's okay, as long as he knew. As long as he felt it. As long as he still understood her and-
It makes her happy. So incredibly happy.]
It's okay. It's okay-you still found this place again. You still found me again. You felt my heart-you didn't forget how to do that.
[Because people forget. When they come back, they don't remember names and faces or have the same memories. They return like blank slates and it hurts.
But it's not happening this time and she squeezes him a bit too tight before finally pulling back, though she doesn't move away. Her hand presses against the side of his face, rests against his his heart and-]
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Not yet. Not when she has him back.
She can feel some of the bulbs in his hair-tries to ignore that, because this disease won't take him away either. Not the dirt under her feet, not the flowers consuming him, not the sky or the air that he seemed to practically disappear into all those nights ago. Not while she's holding him.
His voice is cracking and so is her own. She's choking on every breath she takes, now that he's answering-now that she can hear his words and it's real. It's actually him and not a figment of her mind, not a dream, not a voiceless image she used to see when she was lonely and-
She hears him and doesn't respond right away. He heard her. Listened for her. Reached back with his own heart in a way she couldn't feel and that's fine-it's okay, as long as he knew. As long as he felt it. As long as he still understood her and-
It makes her happy. So incredibly happy.]
It's okay. It's okay-you still found this place again. You still found me again. You felt my heart-you didn't forget how to do that.
[Because people forget. When they come back, they don't remember names and faces or have the same memories. They return like blank slates and it hurts.
But it's not happening this time and she squeezes him a bit too tight before finally pulling back, though she doesn't move away. Her hand presses against the side of his face, rests against his his heart and-]
Good job, Murasaki-chan. You did very good.