[Their interactions, though fleeting, now carried with them more questions than answers. The sense of familiarity and ease she felt with him. The way her eyes had always found him in the crowded ballroom, as if she could sense him. The names they called each other, how effortlessly they seemed to fall from their lips.
Rose looked at him now, really tried to look at him but it wasn’t memories that came flooding back but flares of emotion and when she squeezed his hand back, it wasn’t out of fear or worry, but cementing some connection.]
But do you?
[Once more almost as if she might be afraid to hope. Funny that this should be the thing that scares her when fighting Strigoi felt like second nature.]
Do you really know me?
[She couldn’t doubt this discovery, even if it seemed insane because they only thing more unlikely than this, was that it was all merely a coincidence.]
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Rose looked at him now, really tried to look at him but it wasn’t memories that came flooding back but flares of emotion and when she squeezed his hand back, it wasn’t out of fear or worry, but cementing some connection.]
But do you?
[Once more almost as if she might be afraid to hope. Funny that this should be the thing that scares her when fighting Strigoi felt like second nature.]
Do you really know me?
[She couldn’t doubt this discovery, even if it seemed insane because they only thing more unlikely than this, was that it was all merely a coincidence.]
When you look at me. What do you see?