[The second ok registers-the moment where they seem to forgive her backpedaling from the task she had set out to do, she just stays there. Fingers curled into their red cape, face pressed against their shirt in a poor attempt to try and hear their heart beat since-
They're alive here.
And maybe as they keep living on, they'll remember her as the person that taught them to feel warm with a hug and how to shape hearts with their hands. She doesn't want to be associated with goodbyes. Never wants to make that offer again to people who are kind-who pat her head and play with her. Even if it's inevitable, she never-
She's going to take them up on that silent offer and quietly remain there until they wake from the dream.]
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They're alive here.
And maybe as they keep living on, they'll remember her as the person that taught them to feel warm with a hug and how to shape hearts with their hands. She doesn't want to be associated with goodbyes. Never wants to make that offer again to people who are kind-who pat her head and play with her. Even if it's inevitable, she never-
She's going to take them up on that silent offer and quietly remain there until they wake from the dream.]