[Her lips press together, words escaping her. She needs to tell him. Tell him he's dead and she had moved on as best she could, but she'd thrown away everything good and now had nothing.
Instead, she shifts her hold to his arm, pulling him along with her as she decides they should walk.]
It's a different world from our own.
[Now she's beginning to wonder if it's some strange afterlife.]
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Instead, she shifts her hold to his arm, pulling him along with her as she decides they should walk.]
It's a different world from our own.
[Now she's beginning to wonder if it's some strange afterlife.]