That's what he'd thought when he first arrived here. When he'd first seen Elicia running to him across the schoolyard--just a dream, somehow locked in his consciousness even after death. But she'd reassured him it was real. And she has been right.
And since then, he'd talked and laughed and cared and played and thought and lived. And now--he could feel things as real, sharp, and raw and they ever could be.]
...I can't believe that. I've done too much living here to believe it. Because this is all I have now, and if this isn't real, then...I don't have anything.
[And he won't accept that. Not as long as he has breath and a heartbeat and love to give, he won't accept that.]
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That's what he'd thought when he first arrived here. When he'd first seen Elicia running to him across the schoolyard--just a dream, somehow locked in his consciousness even after death. But she'd reassured him it was real. And she has been right.
And since then, he'd talked and laughed and cared and played and thought and lived. And now--he could feel things as real, sharp, and raw and they ever could be.]
...I can't believe that. I've done too much living here to believe it. Because this is all I have now, and if this isn't real, then...I don't have anything.
[And he won't accept that. Not as long as he has breath and a heartbeat and love to give, he won't accept that.]