[She brings one hand up to his head and runs her fingers through his hair, as soothingly as she possibly can - she wants to smooth this transition for him, wants to make his memories settling into place as easy as possible, if she can prevent it. And oh, how she wishes she could prevent it, particularly when he speaks.]
If I could stop you from remembering it, I would.
[Her voice breaks at the end of the sentence because she knows she can't. Being by his side means that he's going to remember - and it would be even worse now, to start this process and vanish because she can't face what she's done by coming here. She can't abandon him now.
(She doesn't want to be abandoned.)
She needs to be here for him.
(She wishes he'd been there for her.)
Maybe it's okay to be selfish this time, now that everything is crashing down around them...]
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If I could stop you from remembering it, I would.
[Her voice breaks at the end of the sentence because she knows she can't. Being by his side means that he's going to remember - and it would be even worse now, to start this process and vanish because she can't face what she's done by coming here. She can't abandon him now.
(She doesn't want to be abandoned.)
She needs to be here for him.
(She wishes he'd been there for her.)
Maybe it's okay to be selfish this time, now that everything is crashing down around them...]
Don't go anywhere. I'm begging you— Don't go...