( That hopeful feeling in her chest finds more strength as soon as he looks at her and says her name. He doesn't look confused. It doesn't occur to her that there are other places where people are pulled in from other worlds. It doesn't occur to her to think there are other versions of her out there either.
And she can't quite keep the hope out of her voice. The vulnerability that shines through when she thinks he might be the same Tim that she knows (the one who told her about killing his best friend after she'd confessed to killing someone to share in it with her, the one who she called family and she can count on her hand the number of people she's called that in years and years). She starts to bridge the distance between them, and she smiles as that hope starts to build too strong, too fast. She should know better. )
Yeah, it's me. ( Her voice is uncharacteristically hoarse. ) You really came back?
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( That hopeful feeling in her chest finds more strength as soon as he looks at her and says her name. He doesn't look confused. It doesn't occur to her that there are other places where people are pulled in from other worlds. It doesn't occur to her to think there are other versions of her out there either.
And she can't quite keep the hope out of her voice. The vulnerability that shines through when she thinks he might be the same Tim that she knows (the one who told her about killing his best friend after she'd confessed to killing someone to share in it with her, the one who she called family and she can count on her hand the number of people she's called that in years and years). She starts to bridge the distance between them, and she smiles as that hope starts to build too strong, too fast. She should know better. )
Yeah, it's me. ( Her voice is uncharacteristically hoarse. ) You really came back?