[There's a moment, as he pulls her into a tight embrace, where air seems to desert her lungs. He's solid, he's real. This isn't a dream. He isn't a dream - not that she'd been able to tell the first time, not until the end.
And then she breathes in again.
He's really real. And then she's hugging him back, just as tightly.
It's good that he's keeping them afloat, because right now she can barely think about that.]
I did. [She laughs then, a helpless, slightly watery laugh] You came.
['You finally came.' He'd told her all she had to do was whistle and he'd come running. And now he had.]
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And then she breathes in again.
He's really real. And then she's hugging him back, just as tightly.
It's good that he's keeping them afloat, because right now she can barely think about that.]
I did. [She laughs then, a helpless, slightly watery laugh] You came.
['You finally came.' He'd told her all she had to do was whistle and he'd come running. And now he had.]