[ Her eyelids flutter shut again when he touches her cheek, and she takes in a slow breath. ... this might still be a dream. He'd touched her face in her dreams, too... gently.
Her eyes slowly open again, and she keeps watching him. For a whole week she struggled terribly with trying to reconcile the boy she loved with the boy Luke had become... or reverted to. And she'd seen the parallels ... in the way he moved, sometimes in the way he smiled... in very rare instances, just sometimes in his tone of voice.
She loved him still, no matter how he acted... but she'd missed this Luke very, very much. His gentle kindness and his bravery, his silly jokes and his smiles... ]
Luke...? Is that... [ She tilts her face into his touch, eyes half-lidding as she briefly looks away, gathering herself, before looking back up at him ]
[Action; Evening of July 14th]
Her eyes slowly open again, and she keeps watching him. For a whole week she struggled terribly with trying to reconcile the boy she loved with the boy Luke had become... or reverted to. And she'd seen the parallels ... in the way he moved, sometimes in the way he smiled... in very rare instances, just sometimes in his tone of voice.
She loved him still, no matter how he acted... but she'd missed this Luke very, very much. His gentle kindness and his bravery, his silly jokes and his smiles... ]
Luke...? Is that... [ She tilts her face into his touch, eyes half-lidding as she briefly looks away, gathering herself, before looking back up at him ]
You're ... here? [ You're really here? ]