[ There's another faint smile on her lips, and she has to at least take a moment to confirm for him how close to accurate he was. ]
November 23. My birthday.
[ It makes her chest ache, to know how often she filled his thoughts, even when she was only a dream in his mind, when he didn't know her face or even her name.
She hurts for him, just to hear about what he'd wanted so much, the family he'd hoped to have, but lost. She can never give it back to him, and she wants so much to comfort him somehow. ]
You lost so much. I wish I could - [ What. She doesn't even know. But her hand loosely wraps around his wrist; a measure of comfort. There must be a crack so deep in his heart, how could it ever be fixed now? ]
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November 23. My birthday.
[ It makes her chest ache, to know how often she filled his thoughts, even when she was only a dream in his mind, when he didn't know her face or even her name.
She hurts for him, just to hear about what he'd wanted so much, the family he'd hoped to have, but lost. She can never give it back to him, and she wants so much to comfort him somehow. ]
You lost so much. I wish I could - [ What. She doesn't even know. But her hand loosely wraps around his wrist; a measure of comfort. There must be a crack so deep in his heart, how could it ever be fixed now? ]