[ she doesn't embrace him because, like so often lately, she doesn't know where the line is between them. does he want her to? it doesn't seem like it. it doesn't seem like he wants to, either.
after all, when he'd struck a match and seen the person he wanted most, he'd seen someone long since dead and gone. someone very different from caroline. it didn't matter that her vision had been the same from matchlight to reality. ]
It's cold. [ too cold. there's a sharpness to this chill that shouldn't be there. a reminder of a mortality neither of them truly possess. ] I don't want to freeze to death.
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after all, when he'd struck a match and seen the person he wanted most, he'd seen someone long since dead and gone. someone very different from caroline. it didn't matter that her vision had been the same from matchlight to reality. ]
It's cold. [ too cold. there's a sharpness to this chill that shouldn't be there. a reminder of a mortality neither of them truly possess. ] I don't want to freeze to death.