[There's something in his voice that sends an oddly familiar chill up the back of her neck—the very same kind that she felt that Halloween night, and she's almost afraid to look back at him and find out exactly what it is that brought on that strain in it. She does anyway, having noticed how he had practically stumbled himself, but only through the corners of her eyes first before she turns fully to face him, her brows knitting with worry.
...
Then, with a soft exhale, she finally understands.]
You remember, don't you?
[She tries to keep her voice steady. This had been the memory that she'd been most afraid of him having back, and frankly, she would have been just fine with it being stuck somewhere in the enchanted void of memories. It was something they were going to talk about, but the longer time stretched on, the more she reconsidered, and the more she would have just preferred to leave it be. There really are some things that you leave alone... bury into the depths of one's mind forever and never touch it again.
But here it is, resurfacing, and neither of them have anywhere to run.]
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Then, with a soft exhale, she finally understands.]
You remember, don't you?
[She tries to keep her voice steady. This had been the memory that she'd been most afraid of him having back, and frankly, she would have been just fine with it being stuck somewhere in the enchanted void of memories. It was something they were going to talk about, but the longer time stretched on, the more she reconsidered, and the more she would have just preferred to leave it be. There really are some things that you leave alone... bury into the depths of one's mind forever and never touch it again.
But here it is, resurfacing, and neither of them have anywhere to run.]
Guess it was only a matter of time.