[She doesn't trust it, either. All the words in the world and they can mean nothing. Not when confronted with a nightmare like this.
The grass feels warmer as soon as he leaves the lake. Even as she watches him keep his distance, she wonders if it's enough. But she won't move, no matter how much she wants to. It wouldn't be nice, wouldn't be fair.
So she forces herself to turn her head and look at him. Confront the heat face on.]
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The grass feels warmer as soon as he leaves the lake. Even as she watches him keep his distance, she wonders if it's enough. But she won't move, no matter how much she wants to. It wouldn't be nice, wouldn't be fair.
So she forces herself to turn her head and look at him. Confront the heat face on.]
If you need anything, you'll tell me?